Mindless agony...

Pale eyes, a blank expression,
wander through clouds of indescribable dreams.
Cold mist air, surrounded isolation
flaws my occupied mind
with either hate or death.
Something certain will be for always;
change in time forbids movement.
Fearing you understands myself;
help me open up, just a little more.

Nearly unnoticed...

She is lonely
Even though you can't tell
She is reaching out
For what, she doesn't know
She will continue to sit in silence
And hope that someone may stumble across
Her and all of her emptiness
But they only hope that they do it in time
Otherwise she will have drifted too far
And she may let go
Of whatever grasp of the world she has
As she slowly fades out of the lives of everyone
Nearly unnoticed.

And yet i'm here...

In the midst of confusion
I reach out to you
With broken arms and a bleeding heart
I call for you
See you walking at a distance
With no reason to care
Each step you take
Away from me
Is a searing pain I feel
I call out to you
Holding back my tears
You look at me like a stranger
And turn away your eyes
I drag myself across
Each limb at a time
Picking up myself
Holding myself together
I learn to bear the pain
The further you walk away
My pain seems to be subsiding
Or is it just that I can no longer feel
Delirious and dreaming cloud my judgement
An oblivion of possibilities and life after death
I life with freedom
And yet I lie here staring at you walk away...

Demonic Unrest...

This tormenting ambiance alluring.
Ghastly, yet nostalgia weeps abound.
A twinge, delicate, yet potent.
Why does it act as so?


An experience unmistaken,
Floating amongst inexpressible words,
Only you know the true picture.
Seeking the unrest that flows beneath my skin,
My veins, like Styx, carry the screams.


The confusion, manifests to a daily inferno.
Distraught, it sets ablaze to thoughts.
Raging them down hallways at speeds,
which only the unknown can read.
Unable to treat, each day returns to strife.
Agonizing is the struggle, hope reaches long.


But it cannot brighten the islands afar.
Its light, too brittle for the demons that soar.
Stronger voices that lay hidden required.
To destroy the misery, and
Turn the clock from agony.