Listening to: Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine
Feeling: depressed
Memories
As I lay dying, my eyes become heavy,
My limbs weak and my hearing almost gone,
I reach with my mind to capture some wraith,
Some fleeting memory, some ghostly pleasure.
I manage to snare it, and as it turns to face me,
I recognize the ghastly haunting image of my own life.
No fleeting pleasure can be found in its eyes,
I only see the blackness of my memory,
And all I remember is regret.
I see my ambitions laid to waste,
My life's loves raped by my own feeble will.
I wait for death's kiss, but even that cruel release
First wishes to torment me.
All I wanted was to be remembered,
For my name to stir and inspire bodies and minds.
I was to stand between Ares and Arthur,
I was to be read with Homer and King,
And to be quoted with Plato and Ghandi.
I was to be timeless and remembered.
I wanted to say, to do, to be something significant.
I wanted to teach and guide the minds of youths,
And to write verse that would rival Shakespeare.
I wanted to tell you that you are beautiful...
I suppose I could say I died young,
But that too, is simply an excuse.
Bury Alive
Paronoid delusions jest
they will never let me rest
flay your body remove the skin
let blood seep out from within.
Dance in the fire to the devil's song
there is no right only wrong
pierce the night with a banshee's cry
curl into a ball it's time to die.
Gouge out the eyes with ragged nails
cut of the tongue to tell no tales
choke on the blood down throat to keep
fall into a slumber a restless sleep.
Awaken, expecting to see light of day
but darkness surrounds where you lay
arms crossed as if lying proud
enveloped you are in a burial shroud.
You realise why darkness is so complete
as you kick out with your useless feet
the dull thud on an entombed space
makes you panic and your heart race.
You scratch at the lid of your cell
scraping your nails but none can tell
that just below where they stand
is another victim to join the damned.
So close they came to finding out
but I convinced them there is no doubt
no point in searching for the killer of thee
as all I've planted is a brand new tree!
hugs
xx
Not that it matters. Don't think i'll be out to vies again.