Within Evils’ Hands Wickedness Will Stand

Oh callous cheats within the currents of cynical corruption, among those who add hates incendiary! spontaneous combustion, the forsaken cries of  docility the genteel who are genuinely gifted, let them die base on the laws of survival of the fittest. The wicked hearts and twisted mind of the miserable rejected by the mistrusted, give proof toContinueContinue reading “Within Evils’ Hands Wickedness Will Stand”

MY MINDS EYE

My mind’s eye what do I see, what’s to come for you and me the clouds above are inflamed, the coming rain rejects your pain. Memories and the things never said, un-fulfillment when your dead this sorrow will not ease your strain, a lesson learned with disdain. Oh fearless heart hear my cries, in my mind’sContinueContinue reading “MY MINDS EYE”

MY SHADOWS

Darkness follows the twisting of lost time this improbable hold as thy story unfolds. Irrational the visions that permeates my mind this tormenting it’s unreasonable that’s what I find. Chasing foolish thoughts my heart beats in vine to long this lack of sunshine I’m now going insane. The grotesque figures on the wall that’s whatContinueContinue reading “MY SHADOWS”

Those UN-Soulful Will Be Remorseful

I shall go forth unresponsive to care, yet mindful of the dim lights within the cesspool of despair, for fools who lay among us in silent descent, castration is the celebration of the willful now spent.   The hopeless Heedless! before degradation manipulative! are their motives let’s try segregation, yes! it’s fear of the wearyContinueContinue reading “Those UN-Soulful Will Be Remorseful”

If It Be Thy Will

I bleed before his will, a fear of death in the night’s chill. Will the haunts of a desperate deed, seek your soul for the sowing of thy seed. The solitary suspicion, illuminating transition wicked yearnings screaming from divine burnings. This scornful madness among the selfish sadness, casted this shadow upon your brood! the devil’sContinueContinue reading “If It Be Thy Will”

The Fool I Was About The Cost Of Love

The gravity of a harden heart, this irrationality that pride would refuse a fresh start. The fierce focus in my lack of forgiveness, the imprudence of my denial would not improve this. This scornful selfishness deceived my anxious mind, I now taste the sourness in sadness a reward that’s all mine My need of thatContinueContinue reading “The Fool I Was About The Cost Of Love”