Tag: dark

Somewhere Else

I am watching you from a thousand miles away.

No Excuses

There are people out there who actually suffer.

A Pavlovian Sickness

Filtering light, Growing bright, Absolves the day of night. A man awakens from his slumber. The man, he suffers a hunger: An insatiable sanity pang. But dreams he can't escape Dictate and say his fate. "Saturday again." The callous calendar spoke. Were it not for malevolent numbers, You could think it was telling a joke. ...

Unwanted Company

Unwanted company; Like flies between my ears. Their unrelenting buzzing That no one ever hears. Unwanted company; Stuck inside my head. Pestering and mocking me Set to go until I'm dead. Unwanted company; Buried deep inside my brain. Cruel wanton punishment, Negativity and pain. Unwanted company; A smiting from above, Callous in its mission To ...

Wretched Fingers

Venom, poison, toxins; These are what I sow. Paralysis and pestilence; I reap them as I go. These cold fingers, dark and wretched, Keep destroying what they touch. They reach out far to take new things, And waste them in my clutch. Those who choose to come to me Are digging their own graves. Those ...

Dead Reverie

I awoke around midnight, (though I thought I did dream), to the vision of nothing but darkness extreme; as my eyes adjusted to survey the scene, I did see a hallway I greatly esteemed. I thought it a reverie, and as such acted brave, but the dark and dense air made my footsteps enslaved! What ...

The Blue and the Red

The battle lay into the night As the bricks of the city stood by. Coldly and lonely they watched as the bottles and blood ran dry. The streets are a light show tonight. It's a beautiful night to die. The red and the blue, replacing the sun, preparing the men for a fight. The monsters ...

Empty Platitudes

You do not need to tell me How good things for me are, How 'good I have it' Or how bad it is afar. I know when I can't sleep, That my matters are a pea Underneath a Mattress One hundred or so deep. I am aware that tunnels Have a starting and an end ...

Dark Side of the Room

As the Earth revolves about, Soaring in an orbit, Of the bright and shining sun Half of it stays cold, A side marked with the dark, Where the rays of warmth are blocked. The sun is worried not Of violence under the horizon, from crime and cold and such. Only those who face the sun, ...