On the palette, horizon steel melting
Incandescent
Cuts endless webs of shadows on the iris
Translucent
The painted sun is still marching
On this world upside down
Towards the birth of the
It’s night. Within the walls of sorrow
Comes falling with a broken wing
the angel. Gasping, he then whispers:
“My earthly love, where have you been?”
Between tall columns made of marble
A
All draped in black
The fallen angel sings…
There’s a darkness inside me
Staining every last bit of my soul
Insinuating slowly into my senses
With grueling pain
Slashing the pages of
All draped in black
The fallen princess sings…
Two worlds apart we are, so far.
You are of legend. I’m of dirt.
One earthly fledgling and a star…
it only gives a world of hurt.
A burning icon
“I heard she calls an angel”, they said,
“a shiny creature of the sky.
I think there’s profit to be made.
Such things are rare to come by!”
Disheartened with a broken wing
so hard to reach the
“I’d freeze this moment in time and go
to any length upon my heart’s desire.
I wish I’ll never feel the chill
that comes after the death of fire.
I thirst for the angel, I lust
May Hell swallow
The days and nights went by,
but for the princess time is still.
Her eyes peer endlessly the sky
Her sighs are deep and ill.
And an illness it is, alright
Twisting and turning at night
No piece
Oh angel, I see you in the twilight
You reach your hand towards the Earth
Your delicate wings push gently the sky
Your eyelashes flutter so soft
A slim, lingering silhouette
Of velvet
Secret words cannot remain hidden.
Riddles are meant to be solved.
With everything, there is a given:
Whatever spoken… must be heard.
It started with a sudden dream
of a heavenly voice, of a
There’s a battle inside
And it’s raging so deep
With nowhere to hide
With no blissful sleep
All draped in white
Enticing princess sings…
Angel, come flying to me
Through eternity
Embrace
As darkness embraces the earth
the humans fall into their quiet slumber.
It’s now that their minds give birth
to pictures of magic and wonder.
It’s darken woods and storms of fire
fresh
So tired of living
So tired of inhaling each breath
It’s as if nothing happens here
Just slowly awaiting the hour of death
Born with the sentence on my forehead
All I can ever do is live
And
Don’t seek to understand the voice of the sleeper
It speaks of quiet storms and tumultuous voids
Dead nature leaving trails of existence
On your forehead.
Oh you will hear one day the words
Cold
I taste the burn inside the bloody wound
Caressing your fingers touching my center of pain
Inside out, I contemplate a reversed world.
Verses rebound to their lost meaning
Oh sweet
you gave us a voice
when we couldn’t cry
you made our stand
when we felt we should die
a poem is the open book
for those who cannot speak
the far away revealing song
of darkness oh so
flesh and bones
vibrating in my veins
acid stronger then air
corrupted kiss.
interrupted breath
in and out
in and out
remember to inhale
the scent of death.
pacing into the sunset
here we
