An eye peeks from behind the bars,
To escape the darkness while the sun is out.
Tired feet rustling around,nowhere far to go.
Patched clothes,maybe torn apart.
Lips parted in a surge of lust, and memories;
A hand reaches down, moving of its own accord.
Bloody head: trying to escape her own mind;
The humid air, mimicking its metal captors.
All wrecked and full of pain,
It still shows what could have been.
She has been beautifully framed,
But her own eyes will reveal this dame.
I stare blindly through the key hole,
Studying a concave vision with the soul.
My other half screams in peace,
Motionless, and struggling to breathe.
The silent faces attempt a cruel mockery,
As black coats try the contrary.
All eyes stare through a beautiful wreathe,
One last glimpse as I go underneath.
No one to beg and cry, or plead,
Such pride in all I have achieved.
Shall I be free in this dark cave?
What matters? I’ve dug my own grave.
The sun appears from behind the clouds,
But when our eyes open the lights will be out.
The thunder and lightning shall be in vain,
And yet humid air hints at rain.
The castle stands against the gale,
But the moss shall speak a different tale.
The picture is too good to be framed,
For the eyes will reveal the dame.
We shall walk fearless in the still air,
Only to fall under the storm’s glare.
For what should be; may not,
And what will be; must not.
My cage has three brick walls;
On one, a naive insect crawls;
On another lie flowers of my past,
And The first One is fading fast.
The fourth wall is made of winds,
Tempting me with the warmth of sins.
I must dance to its mysterious song;
It feels so right; I will not call it wrong.
As I step through the invisible door,
Following the wind’s lovely roars,
My beautiful new demise begins
As the walls behind me crumble from within.
Where is Truth?
Is She below the hard concrete,
Or in the calmness of a stampede?
The other side of the glass,
Or written with chalk in a class?
Behind colourful, white screens,
Or does it only exist in dreams?
Alas! They seek but shall never find,
For their quest is led by the blind,
Those who do not see the red in the sky,
Nor hear the Heavens cry.
Idle moments full of emptiness,
Lustful gazes full of promise,
Ignorance full of pride,
Hate full of envy,
Insomnia full of dreams,
Unquestioning voices full of answers,
And an abyss full of darkness,
Such chains were put on but willingly,
By those who were once so free,
But they seek happiness in desires,
And so slaves they must be.
It was a beautiful door
With carvings of silver, and gold;
Promising to show me more
Of lost cities it seemed to hold.
I unlocked it and stepped beyond,
Dressed in the misery of wisdom.
Adorning the courage to break all bonds,
For I told the shadows within I’d come.
Then I felt a storm pulling me back,
In my fears, I tried to hide;
For they told me it was sanity I lacked
To see my door was a wall on the other side.
Death and All His Friends 