Save My Last Breath

A slow heartbeat makes its way,
Shadows of the day cover the sky,
Sounds of the night lurk in the shades,
Swallowed by the dark is the fleeting light;

Broken hearts weep emotions of lost love,
Tears of souls tortured and torn,
Skins pierced by swords bloody and sharp,
Cries in the subtle sobs of silent songs;

A scythe of grim demise ends a life,
Happy moments turn to sad memories,
Anguish engulfs another smile,
Sorrow sings a melody of hateful mockery;

Rescue me from the pits of hurt,
Fires of screams and scorching flesh,
Dungeon of scarring words;
Please, I beg. Save my last breath.

Agony, Hurt And Death

I’m caressed by the scars of shame,
Clad in the wounds of pain;
The blood stains mask my face
On this cracked mirror of self-hate…

My soul bleeds a flood of tears
From the cracks of its scorched skin,
Music of my demise nears
As the dreadful night grows grim…

I seek of the long lost morning delight
In the shadows of my faded smile,
Misery fills my life with strife,
Sorrow burns my insides.

I reach for memories of hope
And only feel the emptiness of hurt,
I breathe the last breath my lung holds,
Darkness invades as my vision blurs.

Unfair Turn Of Events

Born in ninety-four
And already aching for life and more;
My tears just pour,
My life I abhor;

I long to soar
Like a lion’s roar;
From my soul’s core,
I wish to open happiness’ door;

Why was I even born,
What is this life for?
I just constantly get torn
By this heartless world’s thorns;

Made to cry and mourn,
Made to see the darkness of the morn,
Made to cut and bleed a gore…
I was made to know pain in the darkest lores.

Streams Of Lost Memories

The rising sun breaks the dawn,
New memories are made;
All the joyous yesterdays are gone,
You’re left broken and maimed.

Walking in a blur,
Searching for waning moments;
All you see is hurt,
Your soul is hollow and open.

Aching for faded time,
Your heart breaks a bit;
Reaching for missing smiles
That fell in a desolate abyss.

All you can do is hope
To cease the agony,
Or maybe reach down the hole
Of streams of lost memories.

Dear Pen

Sink my sorrows on a blank page,
Write the traces of my tears away;
Don’t let pain decide my fate,
Pick up the pieces as my heart breaks.

In the hours of the loneliest night
Silence the echoes of my cries,
Mend my soul and revive its life,
And hide it from the reaper’s scythe.

Let your ink free my thoughts
From hurt and sadness’ fatal swords,
Let each one of its quiet drops
Make this feeling of dismay stop.

Write me the freedom I long to feel
And the joy many smiles conceal,
Write me the happiness I long to keep,
Please write me a dream.

Withering Rose ..

Trying to breathe in a sunken ship,
We end up coughing hurt and tears;
Far apart we slowly drift,
Our hearts break for our end just nears.

Loosely tied by the binds of love
And the slippery laces of lust;
The hopelessness in our touch
As our hands embrace and clutch:
These are the remnants of what once was,
They are remains turning to ash and dust.

Aching wounds and open scars
Trace back to when we were strong;
The fading music beyond the stars
Loses its rhythm as destruction is born.

Heartfelt moments of a dream
Loom in shadows of nightmares;
Sweetest nothings turn to screams
As our hearts whisper “why care?”

Happy memories cause the sharpest pains
As love breeds the harshest hate;
Feelings of affection slowly fade
Leaving behind a bloody trail;
Something so good had our hearts to taint,
And our souls to kill and break.

None of us wants to let go
Of this ghastly image of happiness,
This dying leafs of a withering rose,
A melody of melancholy and emptiness.

Breaking From A Nightmare

Flaking paint on cracked walls
Falls to the floor and breaks;
In an empty room all I saw
Were hearts broken and off shape;

A looming mirage of a human soul
Touches me with fear;
A window shatters, the room is cold
And dismay is all I hear;

I’m calling out as loud as I can
But somehow my voice is seized;
The door opens, I see a hand,
It’s reaching out to me;

Trying to walk to the open door
My path just fills with blood;
I’m so afraid ’cause on the floor
Tears are starting to flood;

On the doorway I catch a glimpse,
I see terrors of the night;
On my face passes a wince
As I feel intensive fright;

A graveyard set on fire
With voices saying my name,
Sounding out like a choir,
Beckoning me with hate;

I turn around and see a case
Of stairs upon which I should tread;
I cannot move, I am caged
By nightmares I absolutely dread.

The Last Pain I Felt

Darkness creeps into my mind
With depression lurking in its touch,
Feel the sorrow heaped in the tears I cry,
Feel it as it tears me apart;

Left to drown in a pool of hurt,
Emotions widen the cracks on my soul;
I’m left with a silver urn,
Ashes of lost dreams and hopes;

I hide behind a fleeting smile,
Inside lies and piles of pretense;
Nobody sees my broken insides,
The bruises and blood are intense;

Drugging away all this dismay,
I exhale it with the smoke of this reefer;
I try to drink away all the pain,
But the cuts just get deeper.

Depression whispers suicide,
Suicide voices a promise,
“You’ll be free from all the shackles of life”
Deceitful conniving artifice;

Nobody sees this fog of sorrow,
Nobody understands,
Nobody knows I’m sad and hollow,
I just wish it would all end;

They all have the joy I seek,
Nobody wants to share;
My bleak life is all I see,
Nobody seems to care;

All alone in this dark messy road,
I pray devoid of all the faith I had;
It’s so dry and cold,
And worst of all I’m broken and sad;

Remember me when tomorrow comes,
For I will be no more:
All air will have left my lungs,
I will have bled a gore…

The Touch Of Death

The touch of death
Left me with a deep crack,
My heart breaks
And with every breath I wane away,
I’m very sad
And into deep depression I’m led;
Grim’s scythe is lacking grace,
I’m discomforted by his embrace…

My soul is trapped
In the body I once had;
Disappearing is my fleeting faith
As tears roll down my weeping face;
In anguish I’m clad,
Every day is such a slow drag;
My heart is shaded by hate,
By shackles of sorrow I can’t escape.

Lay me down on the grave of my fate,
Set me free, I need to evade;
My life is a ring of flames,
I’m claustrophobic, it’s such a small cage.

Hidden Reality ..

Take my tears and taste the pain,
Taste the hurt I’ve felt;
I’m barely standing this gloomy rain,
I sink in sorrow’s sands;
Of all the joy my heart is drained,
It’s bleak and all so sad;
My wounded soul is so afraid
Of all the bad times we’ve had,
“Please, no, not again”
It weeps as it pleads and begs,
Frightened by the gore and stains
With which hurt has it clad..

As you look deep in my eyes
I’ll tell you what you see:
A heart covered with ice,
Yet its beat just won’t cease;
A soul reeking with forlorn cries
For it’s scared of being reaped;
Self-hate conjuring my mind
And constantly hurting me.
Look at all my insides
And how they slowly bleed,
Hidden by lies and fake smiles
And all the make-believes.