Finalement, je l’aperçois décliner Si délaissé et silencieux à l’horizon Témoin de l’extinction de ses rayons Je le vois tranquillement sombrer Un corbeau virevolte dans les airs Et je refuse de lever le petit doigt Pour le soleil bien pâle qui se noie Dans l’accalmie apaisante de la mer Sans être désolé, je ne plongerai pas Pour me tremper et nager jusqu’à lui Je l’abandonnerai, moi son déloyal ami Puis l’obscurité par son poids m’écrasera Cette dernière recouvrira mon désespoir Jusqu’à demain, elle le gardera bien au frais Car partager ma souffrance est mon projet Une douleur que je répandrai sur le territoire Aux balbutiements d’une noirceur éternelle Je me lèverai très tôt, dès les petites heures Afin d'écouter le résonant galop du malheur En persistant dans ma désinvolture criminelle Alors sur le visage de mes frères et sœurs Se dessinera une déception ineffaçable Quand ils réaliseront que je suis coupable De cette désirée comme intentionnelle erreur Or, je ne pourrai
I am not your little girl No pretty dresses and curls Anymore I am not that little child Who knew of nothing but smiles Evermore The years that have passed Left marks on the past And stained this clear glass Behind the storm blasts Now within a monster dwells Despite such attempts to quell This deluge Now inside there lives a fiend Whose sins cannot be redeemed No refuge The years on this path Have filled it with wrath Seeking a bloodbath Scorn all aftermath But maybe somewhere still That small girl holds the quill...
Little girl awakens to a bed wetted with blood,
And opens her door to be drowned in a crimson flood.
Her eyes snap open to see mother's concerned face
Which melts away, leaving bones that turn to dust in its place.
She opens her eyes slowly and woozily clutches her bear
That opens its fanged mouth and bites down with her half-aware.
She rises to get a glass of water from the kitchen sink,
And is greeted with a sea of spiders that wrap her up in a blink.
She falls out of bed, waking up when she hits the floor,
Seeing a pair of eyes under her bed and hearing a shrill roar.
Once dressed and fed, she leaves her house to head for school,
It was a
sense of loss
like a girl
prone on the bottom
of an empty well.
There was blood
upon the snow
when the
shots
rang out
for a moment
their faces
became lost,
heart-
stopped,
the fox
a skin walker
always
a trickster
slipped
free the noose.
We are left
with the tokens
of the ones
we slaughter.
This is
our killing field,
the dead zone
we pile cairns
where nothing
will ever grow
again
because
once this
lands thirst
was quenched
with salt
and we watch
the ritual
of the ones
who dance
in the skins
of the conquered.
On the outside I look just like any other woman
Hair a soft golden yellow
Eyes as blue as the sky
A face as pale as a porcelain doll
A smile always plastered to my face.
But on the inside
A monster trying to claw its way out
I have a much darker nature
I think about death
The beauty of our own mortality
I revel in the dark and the disturbing
The gruesome
The gore
It makes me sing in joy
To the outsider, such as yourself
I look like a good God fearing woman
But in truth I’m completely psychotic
As you sit here reading this
I’ve already thought of countless ways
In which to kill and quickly dispose of you
Day to day
I don this
If you walk through the cemetery
you can feel them
from the tombs they reach out
you can sense
like moss on a sandstone cross
like a black bird on a cracked vase
dead grass peeks through granite
a marble angel with dirty tears
the fingernail of wind plays with your hair
you know they see you and feel you
they are real some friendly
some sad some lost
some not nice at all
they are following you now
as you walk
the branch of a tree waves you on
you have spoken with them now
you are relieved
you feel more alive
you are a black heart
you are aroused
with love and blood and wicked feelings
things you dare not think too lou
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The demon I became
I don't belong here.
I'm not of this earth.
I've always felt this way,
Ever since birth.
I tried to fight it,
I have to admit.
I couldn't find my way,
To make myself fit.
One day, I stopped.
One day I gave in.
I didn't fight anymore.
I let the darkness win.
I felt no regrets.
From then I started to change.
It felt so natural,
Instead of something strange.
I found who I am.
I am to be heard.
They listen to me,
Without having spoken a word.
I have the power,
To make them do as told.
No one can escape it,
healthy, sick, young, nor old.
I have the power,
To jump up and fly.
Then it hit me,
Can I die?
I have the power to live forever.
I can
Their words like thunder
Those who enter here
Abandon all hope
A cruel fate draws near
Left to the wind
They march without sight
Looking for yonder
Begging for light
Sent away sobbing
No help at all
Their children walk hungry
The nightmarish sprawl
Biblical fire
Like hell's sunrise
They simply desire life
Now they face demise
A sky called kindred
Banners spread about
Fall at the sound of thunder
Without even a shout
Clamor by the gates
A shout for adjust
Approach will the tyrant
He will do what he must
Faraway folktales
Of words we ought to say
Night stricken eyesight
To keep us at bay
Bleached black distinction
Humble souls are jaded
The dark forest
It takes you in
And comes when you least expect it
The dark forest
Comfort you
But at the same time it’s your graveyard of memories
As you venture deeper into the darkness
You feel this presence sitting on your shoulder
As it gets comfortable you remember the feeling
And it fills you with fright
The dark forest
Horrible in its own way
You hate being there but you’ve know it for so long
The dark forest
Inside there is no turning back
While you know you don’t want to do this
And as you reach the end you see the a shovel
The presence gets stronger as you pick it up
You walk a little longer until you get to