Be Ware the Gold on Your Eyes

it's time to go. doors open and the wind pours in. moon looks over the walkers of night. glowing golden like it knows nothing else. the falling leaves mask the footsteps of strangers. the trail shall hold no bounds to what is to come. the grass sways to the gentle rhythm of the wind. giving the dead of night life. the eerie trees loom overhead casting shadows upon the stone ground. movements can be seen under the glow of the moon. coming closer.

death marches onward. stops at no feat. tempted only by it wants. life cannot escape. it carries silence with it and leaves nothing but destruction in its wake. terrible and haunting. cornered by those that seek life, death has fallen upon the cornered. wrapping their decrepit fingers around their thoughts, they try to speak and cry out. only silence can be heard.

fighting for something that may never be again. parents forced to put their children to bed in times of light. lock them away. protect them. keep them safe or try to. discourage them to look upon the wreckage. curious eyes stare. the sirens will not stop. day and night. safe has lost all meaning. closed and continuously locked doors. blinds drawn past daybreak. contact was broken. nothing could be known. red trucks and white vans missing. protecting ones self to postpone the silence.

and the streets ran red with blood.

Pouring Rain

the power that we, as humans, hold. it is far too great. why are we alone with this knowledge, this learning ability? we hold power over everything it is that way from our birth, we grow up with it and we take what is ours because we could. we are the supreme being on this planet. we can withstand change. we can learn and adapt to things. we defy gravity and the reaches of man. we can go beyond our own reach and all we think about is more. we want nothing but more. its instinct. we are hardwired to want more, to gain more power more wealth. all so that we can show up the others, it shows our rank, our placement in society. and yet even though we can do this, we can take what we want and have what we want. most people never really stop and think whether we should. to take the air we breathe that which we require to live and tax it so that someone makes money off of it. the water that we drink, the very sole material that we so desperately need, isn't free. when was the world turned into a huge store for someone to make money off of? if you have enough money you can have anything you like. who is there to tell them no? not you nor i. can a balance ever be established? only once our very lives are in immediate danger will that happen. flight or fight. its in our heads. the idea of money has turned us into working zombies. you work because you have to live. how wrong is that. you now need money to live, to breathe, to drink, to eat, to love, to survive. what once was free is no more. we are slaves to work for money to do the most simple thing of all, to live.

Tell What

when daylight dies

the light within

our own eyes

seems to burn brighter

holding off

the darkness

Worlds Apart

anger within yourself. filling up inside. caused by another. all i can do is shake my head. there is no need for anger. anger leads to destruction of everything. how do you make the sightless see? how do you allow the mute to speak? how is it i am to preach to the deaf? give guidance to the one that shall not listen? lost causes are the ones worth fighting for. but for it be a lost cause you must first give up hope. not ready am i to give in. many men will be lost. much blood will be spilt. but the battle must continue in order to save the lives that mean the most to you. sacrifice many to save only some.

Sudden Loss

all i can get out

if the utter

of your name

i lie waiting

all i hear is the

echo of my voice

as the blood escapes

it takes with it

my bodily warmth

i begin to fade

become nothing

but a blur

Frost on the Grass

i lay within my bed

temporarily dead, motionless

the darkness surrounds me

acts as a blanket

not keeping me warm

but stealing it from my very body

letting in the cold

sending shivers down my spine

reawakening me

Strangers to Fall in Love Again

collision with the edge of reason, it cuts your flesh. you lie motionless due to the shock that has now taken over your body. blood begins to seep out of the newly acquired laceration that cant be seen. faster does it begin to leak out. cold do you feel as the blood steals the warmth from your very body. an icy hand grabs at your heart from within your chest. squeezing tight, leaving you gasping for air. lungs begin to to burn in the midst of freezing. systems begin to shut down from the overwhelming critical situation as your eyes lie dormant.