Damned is the soul
that walks alone...
roaming the dark
decrepit realm of existence...
Dragging along the weight of hostility
he stands...
silently...
sniffing the gory smell of suffering...
heightening
the scent of death in the air...
the stinch of blood covers
the flowers of the fields...
fertilized by pieces of flesh
ripped from the corpse of the dead...
Devils' advocate...
as he creeps
enjoys his mighty feast...
shadows follow...
as he dances symbolically
to the winds harmonizing song
before striking...
lifting the souls from mans' being...
Come...
crackle...crunch...
watching...
smiling...laughing...
to the sweet melody
of his children feast on what
once was living beings....
(c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson
Tired of feeling this way
can't take it anymore
to much to endure...
time to get rid of this feeling
I've tried over and over again...
prayed until my knees bled
still don't see anything
to make me whole again...
To much pain everyday..
the same disappointments...
I think I'm going insane
head hurt...
eyes swollen from all this crying...
I wish I could disappear
never to be seen again...
not dead...
JUST BURN IN MID-AIR
Looking in the mirror confused
dizzy...
two reflections I see
paranode...schizophrenic
on which one is me...
shedding tears of red ink
heart beating frantically...
hope is gone
love has failed me...
Dead...Dead
voices repeat
I see a grave
empty...
dark...
waiting to cover me...
embed my body within a saucy fertilizer shell for the crawlers and blood suckers treat...
Mind fried...
no pain
no hurt
no agony...
slowly slipping
slicing
the blade on my wrist...
blood stains on the mirror
Death calls...
Come...
(c) 2004 Lacretia Johnson
