The last of days...

I've stopped finding any peace in my mind
cause it tangles in wires
I dont know what I seek so dont question
as I'm still trying to figure it out

Coffee laced
intoxicating on my lips
crushed under heavy chest
trying to catch my breath

Your memory is like a ghost
and my heart, my heart is the host
Drowning in my tear storming sea
all the same I dont want mudslinging games

Our paths been crossed
crumbs are gone and the way is lost
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
as melancholy phantom eye our skins

The sound tires me down
as I wished to fade away
into forgetting the images you said worth remembering

To put your mind at ease
you dont owe me anythin
Although it is a bad night to be alone
but this is how the story goes

You read my face like the cover on the book
and you paid me well with memories which lingers
tied together with your condesending smile

I'm battle scarred
oh Im workin so hard
In silence Im an island
Until the last of days.

Glass Castle

I tried to escape
the headache rut that
I see myself falling into

But mundane things to me
are a waste of energy
while a painting could last forever

You came to me
walk with me, talk with me
and tell me I'm your kind...
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None has ever known

I'm the glass castle
you sit in...
while your ghost is sleeping down the hall

Outside,the world
is magnified, barely
and inch from here to the other side

Life just keeps getting harder to hide
Darker it is around me...
easier it is to see inside

How much is real?
So much to question
these ever changing scenes
Lost in illusions of lil fragments

The fragments of a reason
at the castle wall you tried
so hard to recall

You're covered by a mask
you think is your sin but
Honey, the truth lies within

There's more to this world
than you see...come
hide in this glass castle of me

I promise u safety
behind this walls if
you're strong enough to live it all

If all the things you
thought you would be
then hide in this glass castle of me

City of Cypress

A sick and twisted town this is. Filled with suffocating stench of flesh and blood. We cannot dwell alone and even in groups it is dangerous. In the course of history, it is happening again and in Cypress it has happened. We must evacuate immediately before the symbolic nature strikes again. It has struck twice today wiping out half the city. It consumed all the habitations of things whihc dwell and some were burnt for beacons. Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our breaths stops forever. In rainless skies, the voice of the pines and cedars changes its colors. The attractive countenance like peach and plum blossoms are lost. Everyone who survived will gather and grieve, but to no avail as nothing else can be done. The deceased are carried out to the fields for cremation as the body turns into midnight smoke of ashes. It strikes the young and old with no discrimination. The entire town was but one thought and that was death. A battle with the universe and space resulted in a crash and all was black. this is a seasonless, treeless, herbless, lifeless and manless city. Just one of the many bad results of human tampering with Cypress one might say enough said.

Dimension of the Damned

A dimension
A divine essence
Illuminated by the sun;
of grace
Unquenchable desire
Punishment for transgression
Rolling fresh meadows
light of reason
Entering walled castle
many shades dwell
peaceful.sad.
the light mute
the sea in its tempest
the wind bellows
Infrenal hurricane
doomed to remain
Mortals unjust fate
are at mercy
of eternal damnation.

The dark Realm

Pathless and rayless the earth blackens. Poisonous flame contaminates the stream of fire. An overpowering stench suffocates and corrupts everything. The burning of putrefied flesh, mingled with tar and sulfur filled the air. The burning mountain torches blasted with no shame. The wind punctures the skin with chasm of fright. The days are filled with smoke which burns the eye starting them off their sockets. The sound of confusion and blasphemy cease not for an instant. From the midnight skies death dived in and in the morning, corpses were seen appearing in the streets drained with blood. Wild serpents snaked up every nook and corner of darkened poles. Beasts concealing themselves in river banks waiting to feed. Lurking in the ambush were the creepy crawlers nibbling every grub of flesh from the yet warm bodies. Blazing charcoal enwrapped with torches smelling like a lump of ore surrounds the everlasting ocean. Gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen were the hungry ravens and black dogs, and speckled vultures and crows. The rain here is maledict, cold and heavy. It is a filthy mixture of shadows and putrid water. Iron walls are littered about the landscape. It is a state of absolute suffering. Beyond the woods stood the stunted gnarled trees witn twisting branches and poisoned fruits. It is a frigid pit of despair!

The travelled journey...

It all began when I woke in the night, yielding to the demands of my bladder. I went to the toilet. Cool vapors fumed up from the shaft, smelling of lavender.
Here I uncertainly backed away, tripped over something soft and soggy and fell heavily backwards into the softness of a carpet of mushrooms, which embraced me with a massaging passion. I rolled free and crouched in the darkness, panting.
Where was I? Try as I might, I couldn't remember the layout of my own bedroom.
"Where am I?" I whispered.
"Where you are," was the reply, in a soft echo.
As I pondered the meaning of this, my eyes slowly became adapted to the dark, and I made out the outlines of the door. The escape hatch. There should be a light switch by the door. I fumbled for the switch, but did not find it. Exit, then. I put my hand on the door handle. The cool metal twisted into jaws. Sharp, delicate teeth fastened on my flesh. A hard narrow tongue licked me.
"Please," I said, in a gasp.
Begging.
The teeth retracted. Forget the door. If this was the door, then the bed had to be directly opposite as I remembered. Wasn't that right? I fumbled and finally reached the round jellylike surface. I passed out.
At 06:30 a.m. the beeping of a horn awakened me. Remembering, I examined my right hand, the one the door had seized. There was the single dot of dried blood where one of the teeth had punctured my skin. No need to use the first aid kit, then. Not this time.
I showered, dressed and left for breakfast but I'd be back. The bedroom was the place where I might have a decent chance of surviving the nights or not.
So where would it all end?
"Let's not think about that," I said remembering the nocturnal night before where the chair bit off my last toe. Slowly I will be eaten up whole…slowly.

Disorientated...

I was a lost child
A nobody's child
Looming on the streets
finding shelter from the rain
Will someone come take my hand?
I never know how long I would live

The room...it felt so warm
brightly lit yet cosy
welcoming yet strange
If I want to fill my empty stomach
I reach out for the fridge

Glad how you've found me
and decided to call me yours
She will be making liquid in the morning
it will be mesmerizing and we can taste it
Go now quickly
Upstairs...
Bring the pillows