Tragedy

Tragedy

A light reflects over the vapor sea,

Playing,

Dancing,

Laying,

Prancing,

And it’s so entrancing,

Oh it’s so captivating to me.

It draws me in,

And spits me out,

Plays me like a fiddle,

And wears me down.

Then it rebuilds me,

I start anew,

All of this makes me wonder

What I should do.

Then I realize,

Not a minute has passed.

The light is still rising,

A shadow is cast.

But the shadow of the dawn

Doesn’t come close to the awe

That I feel while watching this,

I feel my heart sink to an abyss.

But the abyss is one of warmth,

Of love, joy, peace,

And so much more.

I feel my soul stretch,

From shore to shore,

Just as the light does,

It makes my mind just soar.

Soar over the clouds

Through which the light is shining,

I look down

And see the silver lining,

The silver lining on every cloud,

On every shadow,

Even on the ground.

Though the world keeps spinning,

And still goes round,

Time seems to slow,

And more time is found.

The light just flows,

And grows,

And before you know,

Another second has passed.

As I keep staring,

I lay in the grass

And my eyes scan the horizon,

In which my eyes stick fast,

And my mind shatters

With such a blast,

Such a blast

That it would move a mountain.

A mountain moves to light’s pure fountain.

I started to keep track of time,

But I stopped counting.

I stopped at the moment the sun came up,

It made me gasp,

It made me lust,

It made me lust after a world gone by,

A world where even the wingless could fly,

Fly in their minds,

And fly to the sky,

But then I thought

That world didn’t die.

It’s still here,

It’s in the now.

All you need

Is to look around.

Look at everything,

Beauty abounds.

See the world,

And hear the sounds.

So before I leave,

I need to see,

See just what the world can be.

See the colors,

See the leaves.

The leaves in fall,

Summer,

Winter,

Spring.

In each of those,

There is beauty.

This I remember,

This I sing.

There is beauty,

Even in tragedy.

Together

Together

We all live together,

But we die alone.

This whole world

Is a broken home.

A battle is fought,

Over broken souls.

But what are souls worth,

To the unknown?

The unknown is an abyss,

That feeds on light.

When it speaks,

People flee in fright.

Killing appeases,

But only for the night.

The angels come,

And devils fight.

Then the abyss

Ties the rope tight.

L’appel du vide,

A beautiful thing.

Jump off the edge,

And into the ring.

Fight three rounds,

Then go and swing.

Get put down,

And now you’re free.

Together we stand,

Alone we fall.

Hear the devil,

Move down the hall.

Nobody can stand on their own,

And still stand tall.

So let them sing,

And let out a call.

The Greatest Revenge

The Greatest Revenge

            When I awoke, it was abrupt, as though somebody had splashed ice cold water on me. I stared into the night, and my eyes slowly adjusted. I saw a pale face, surrounded by a dark cloak. It was a face much like a human’s, but with far more beauty, and far more terribleness, than a human face could muster.

            It reached out its hand, and a sense of calm washed over me. I reached out, grabbed its hand, and suddenly was standing on the edge of an abyss. I could feel it staring into me, into my being, into my very soul. I could feel it ripping me apart piece by piece, dissecting me so that it could see how I worked. Then, I felt its satisfaction.

            I looked around me. There were pale figures, all featureless, moving towards the edge of the abyss. Then, they would attempt to cross. Some would make it, and then would be either consumed by fire or by light.

            However, the majority would fade into the abyss. They would fall and slowly fade from sight. That was when the being next to me spoke. “The bad go to the flame, and the good go to the light. However, the worst go to the abyss.”

            I found myself almost unable to speak, but I finally gathered up the courage. “Who are the worst?”

            “The worst are the nameless, those who don’t leave a mark on the world, good or bad. The bad at least influence the world in some way, and often cause a contingency of good to happen from their actions.

            “However, the nameless accomplish nothing. They leave nothing, no legacy, not a single thing. You see, if you truly hate somebody, you shouldn’t kill them, burn their house down, or target their family. That martyrs them. All you need to do is allow them to fade. Allow them to fade off into the darkness, into the Aether, out of people’s memories and hearts. That is the greatest revenge anybody can hope to achieve.

            “It is the greatest revenge for one simple reason. It is the greatest revenge because if you leave no 

mark on the world, your existence was meaningless. It did nothing, accomplished nothing. You have no legacy to speak of. Is that not a fate worse than death?”

            And then I understood.

Remember

Remember

Freedom comes,

But at what cost?

The ones who died,

Forever lost.

But do not weep,

For it was not in vain.

So remember,

Those who were slain.

To kill is death,

But inside.

Only a few,

Can take a life.

Killin a price,

Paid and filled.

So remember,

Those who killed.

Death comes not once,

But twice.

Once in body,

Once in time.

When memory fades,

And loses your face.

Remember those,

Without a name.

Those who died, 

Those who killed.

Those forgotten,

Live on still.

Young ones come,

Martyrs go.

Remember those,

With names unknown.

Stars

Stars

Everyone has their story,

Everyone has their scars.

Everyone deserves their glory,

And to live among the stars.

And while some scars are deeper,

And some stories sadder.

Whether you’re up front or in the bleachers,

Doesn’t really matter.

So long as you have,

That one you can hold.

Just rejoice and be glad,

For that love is gold.

Cradle to Grave

Cradle to Grave

From cradle to grave,

Life robs us all.

We hit the ground running,

Then begin to fall.

We stumble and falter,

Then hit the gravel.

Then the judge of life,

Bangs the gavel.

Tears of Heaven

Tears of Heaven

Upon the birth of an angel,

The tears of Heaven do fall.

Raining from clouds above,

Answering God’s call.

Tears not of sadness,

But rather of joy.

And when they fall,

The skies ring with noise.

Upon the growth of a man,

The tears of Heaven do fall.

Falling upon his head,

And he hears the thunder bawl.

Tears to commemorate,

The life of one unseen.

And yet he’s recognized,

By the one on whom he leans.

Upon the death of a devil,

The tears of Heaven do fall.

To show love for an enemy,

Who once did stand tall.

For a victory without love,

Is but a battle.

And if you live by hate,

By hate’s chains you rattle.

The Pale King

The Pale King

A pale king on a broken throne,

Devoid of flesh and made of bone,

Hollow eyes to match his soul,

Persevering through the devil’s toll.

A hall decked with bloody garments,

Ornament skulls ,

And red stained carpets.

As he sings his dreadful lull,

He makes you his target.

Sword at his side,

Shield in his hand,

Dead while alive,

Heart made of sand.

Sand that crumbles at the touch,

And blows away at slightest breath,

Yet the pale king needs no crutch,

To hold himself against the test.

He leads an army of undead,

At his word off with your head,

Nothing to stop them from desecration,

Nothing to stop destruction of our nation.

The pale king leads across the plains,

A bloody fountain,

Remains untamed,

As he leads across the mountain,

Nobody else will be proclaimed.

Hell is rained upon our heads,

Brought upon us by the dead,

The dead don’t speak and they don’t breathe,

Yet the dead come through to me.

A deal with the devil written in sin,

Brought upon from within,

A deal to destroy all of man,

A day to ravage all the land.

The damned unknown,

Attack for the king.

They usurp the throne,

And let pain ring.

Nothing is left,

For the morrow.

And up they heft,

The king of sorrow.

And up from the ashes,

A hero is raised.

Built out of matches,

To go up in a blaze.

Trial by fire,

Trial by ice.

They fight on the spire,

The spire of mice.

As the king’s sword is drawn,

And the hero’s is raised,

They fight to the dawn,

And into a new day.

Then the king is knocked down,

The hero has won.

The trumpets will sound,

To the beat of the drum.

And so the pale king,

Destroyed by battle,

Will no longer sing,

His ghostly prattle.

Winds

Winds

Behold, the winds, a tempest blows,

Back and forth plays the tug of war,

A tug of war for all our souls,

So through Hell’s gates or Heaven’s door?

Which one is to choose?

Well let’s count the difference.

For one you pay your dues,

The other you pay your deference.

For one is pain on Earth,

For the other is pain in afterlife.

For one is a warm hearth,

For the other is everlasting strife.

So as I walk into the void,

I know my choice is clear, at end.

And my choice cannot be destroyed,

So I greet death as an old friend.

Rest

Rest

As I lay me down to rest,

Lay the hammer across my chest.

Feel the steel so chilled and cold,

Keep it there ‘till time grows old.

As I lay me down to rest,

Lay the sickle across my chest.

Feel the warmth of leather cured,

Into me the warmth is lured.

Dozens of servants to rest with me,

Knowing there’s nowhere to flee.

Stone surrounding, closing in,

And the light will still grow dim.

Golden priests, line by line,

All to put coins on my eyes.

Close my eyes as I go to sleep,

And across the Nile my soul will keep.

Rose Tinted Glasses

Rose Tinted Glasses

As rose tinted glasses break,

I see the world anew.

I see the man, who will try to take,

Everything I do.

There is no sorrow with greater sadness,

And no kindness less kind,

Than letting a child wander into madness,

And leaving thought behind.

And so, without any joy,

And without any glee,

I take away the child’s toy,

And feed it to the sea.

Heart

Heart

Though you may feel down,

And you may feel alone,

Always remember,

You’re not on your own.

Somebody loves you,

Somebody cares.

And when you fall down,

They’ll be right there.

Cross

Cross

            I trudged through the bleak, dreary city on a cloudy day, and passed by many people on my way. I always find it interesting to watch others, I always have. I’ve always been interested in watching other people, particularly how they behave, and how they talk.

            Some people act like life is horrible, and they would rather be dead. Some people act as though life is great, and they wouldn’t trade it for anything. But most people just go through the day, go through the motions, and go through life without batting an eye or giving it a thought.

            However, everybody has a cross to bear. Some people’s crosses are made of different materials, and some have slightly bigger or smaller crosses, and sometimes people even add weight to their crosses. But everybody still carries their cross.

            I always wondered how my cross looked. Was it big or small? Was it made of heavy or light material? I never got the answer to that. Nobody could tell me, and I couldn’t see it. And that was slowly killing me.

            I passed by one person, his cross was massive. It was the largest cross I had ever seen, and it kept on getting more weight on it. But he never stumbled, he never fell due to it. He never let it drag him down.

            In fact, it almost seemed like the heavier his cross became, the lighter the bounce in his step was, the brighter the glint in his eye was. He was always laughing, always smiling, every time I saw him.

            I saw him a lot, and I always paid special attention to him. Why would he always be so happy when he had such a heavy weight? Why would he never let it pull him down? That word always plagued me, always frustrated me.

            Why?

Follow me,

Pick up your cross.

Follow me,

Forget your loss.

Follow me,

Let this be true.

Follow me,

I remember you.

Death

Death

Is not peace as sweet in death as any other?

Is not life a light until it gets smothered?

For while peace in death lays me to rest,

Life is as sweet as the sweetest crest,

For without living crest you shall not do.

Is not peace in life as sweet as death?

Is not death itself a chilling breath?

For with the kiss of death comes sorrow,

Yet with it comes reassurance for tomorrow,

And I felt the coldest winds as they blew.

Is not acceptance for what will come a blessing?

Is not denial of what is ahead a cause for stressing?

For while sorrow comes with cold winds,

Acceptance comes from within,

And those winds shall not take you with no clue.

Devil Makes No Deals

Devil Makes No Deals

            I sat in my room, huddled in the corner. My eyes darted around the room, looking for some hint of where that thing was. My desk was overturned, papers scattered all over the floor. My bed was torn to shreds, my wallpaper was peeling. I was terrified.

            It all started ten years ago. My life was going downhill, and fast. I don’t just mean fast, I mean greased up race car flooring it fast. I had a heroin addiction, I didn’t have a job, and I was prostituting myself just to stay alive and feed my addiction. I lost my home, my girlfriend, everything.

            But then, a client of mine told me about something I could do. He told me about a ritual I could go through to get my life on track. He said I would only get a set amount of years to live after that, but at the rate I was going I probably wouldn’t have lived much longer anyways.

            So I did the ritual. I never was superstitious, but I was willing to try anything at this point.  I went to the crossroads, buried what I had to, did everything I had to. But then something happened he hadn’t told me about. A thing appeared. I wasn’t sure whether it was man or woman, young or old. All I could tell is that it was beautiful.

            It asked me what I wanted, so I told it that I wanted to get my life on track. It walked up to me and kissed me, then pulled away and said that I had ten years. I went to ask it what would happen then, but it was gone.

             After that I really got my life back on track. I got a job, a home, money, and a girlfriend. I quit heroin, and for good. I was happy for the first time in my life. I was really happy, and that had never happened before.

            But there was a price to pay. A horrible, horrible price. The day those ten years were up, which was today, I was sitting in my room, about to go to sleep. But then I opened my eyes, and this horrible figure was above me. I could see it, but not really see it. It was almost a product of my mind.

But at the same time I knew it was there. It was just sitting there, not doing anything. But then it attacked me. It was silent while doing it, staring at me all the while. I jumped out of its way, and it tore my bed to shreds. I moved again, and it knocked over my desk.

            This went on for some time, but then it disappeared. Then I went to the corner I was in now, huddled up, waiting for something to happen. Anything really, I just wanted it to be over and done with.

            I sat there for hours, not moving besides shaking in my place, and just glancing all around the room. Nothing was happening, yet I kept on feeling a sense of anxiety as I sat there. I felt as though the entire world had their eyes on me, and they were laughing.

            I looked up, and it was there. It was the figure I saw at the crossroads, but this time it wasn’t beautiful. It was hideous, it was terrifying, and it destroyed me to look at it. I hated it with a passion, and I had to get away.

            I ran across the room, and it just stood there, staring at me. I stared it down, and it took one step, making me flinch. Then it took another, and another, and one more, slowly picking up pace. I backed up more and more, trying to get away.

            I got to a window, and couldn’t back up anymore. But still it proceeded. I tried to move to either side, but it moved to the side with me, almost gliding to the side. I looked backwards, clenched my teeth, and made up my mind. And then I jumped.

At the ghastly kiss,

Something seems amiss,

For the devil makes no deals.

As the bell tolls,

And the bodies roll,

I know the devil makes no deals.