Her Pathos

Her thoughts punctured by her exhausted mind,

Like a vein torn to threads, it bleeds

From the thorns that lay within her,

Her vindictive spirit yells out loud as her

Faith lets up,

The silhouette that she has become

Hides her like a fallen leaf from

An oak tree,

Demons demonstrate their joy by pilhouetting

In her mind as she intimately falls in

Love with her sorrow…She looses

Grip on life as she takes her last breath.

A Lose of Beauty

A dream untold to the dreamers occupies a dark force with

An affinity to eternally remain mystic, Forever lost though

She is she imagines its all unreal.

Her crawling silhouette chases her figuring as she

Sets sail to a world where she’ll be complete,

The mist blurs everything as the labyrinth of her

Life darkens with seclusion.

The verve of her heart’s demise takes the vitality of her being

As she evaporates in the darkness, She sinks below the hollow

Feel as ice is broken by the firestorm of her mind that clots

The thoughts of she.

A cold breeze eats what's left of her as her mind freezes

And breaks apart, Her distant dark passion dies as the

Essence of life is lost in the mountains of fury.

She travels within herself in search of the

Truth that will leave her soul frozen and

   Dismembered by the fatal reality it will reveal.

The Whispering Pain

A love victimized by the fury of

The darkness splits it into broken

Hearts and takes victor as it

Releases its venom at them,

Their minds turn into stone as they

Resist the pain that lays

Beneath their shattered realm

They once cherished.