Kingdom Fall

The brush of silence paints the day amber

As the light glows from the souls of the forsaken,

Fading away they loose sight of their salvation in the night.

They’re buried alive in the pain they fail to elude

As a faceless angel’s killing starts in the midst

Of the ruler, The dark uprising against evil tears

Warriors apart with its claws of devotion,

A wish to remain unscarred by murky hands as the hands

Of make believe dies with an in hailed poison.

A force of sheer doom lurks in the dark where

They remain lost and cold with fear as the embracement

Paints the saint’s face red with the blood of  dead angels.

Darkness shoots the falling star with spikes

Of death and flames of hidden treasures beneath

The loathsome ocean,

Sinking though they’re,

They breathe the air beneath their past to shield death away, 

Away they drift in a lake of dead

Emotions where dead minds dwell and long for

A victor of pain to take the night away,

A picture of the present is born with the death of a twilight

Princess in a sinister realm of dead hearts,

Her hand holds up as grace fails to save her.

Her soul bares the scars of the battle she fights each

Night she sleeps alone,

The darkness blinds her mental

Vision with a death of every deep feeling.

Fly Away

She died before morning,

Behind trees of innocence

She died,

Alone befriended by her

Faithful silhouette

She lived, wished and breathed

The misery of life's making.

In the dark she fades with

The ghosts of the lost souls,

In the morning she wakes up to

The dark knight's symphony,

Her smile will forever remain.

An Era Of Time

Time freezes moments and the conquered escape as the truth breaks the silence of innocence,

Calling grace she looses face and sinks beneath her spirit's fatal desire to live forever, 

Darkness victors as the lantern lets up the light of life,

The martyred angel rises to sing for the last time in her brief lifetime,

The bosoming cherry tree wilts with the sorrow of loneliness and abandonment its heart possess, 

The black hole pulls the weak in its void of obscurity they who offer resistance are reaped to threads by the Teeth of doom, 

The diamond's immortality jeers at the death of time that remains raped by the moonshine of shame,

Time reap hearts part as it reveals the sealed secrets of the ignored treasures,

Time martyrs without remorse and offers salvation by clotting the minds of the numb and dying spirits,

The final frontier eludes their desire to break the chains of desperation which take toll in the presence of a Guardian angel's absence, 

The fear of death embraces all that stare at the face of darkness,

As the whirl wind strikes the candle light's life falls victim to its venom,

The medieval shield against time is annihilated as the lose of grace hallows

Through the hearts of the forsaken, 

Step in the realm where everything burns with the darkness of the unmistakable murky light that chases life till the end, To live and die is to breathe and weep as time goes by.

Falling

Standing on a platform so fragile

That I know I’ll sink if I don’t believe,

Sink to the world of the dreaded numb.

Quick silver sand swallows me in as I loose faith,

Faith in all I believed in fades,

Like the light in sheer darkness.

A grim silhouette figurine of me looses

Its will to accompany me,

I knew then I’d lost my breath forever.

Come and breath into me and bring me

To life again? Find my soul so that I can

Live to love you once again and our love

Will be lost no more.

My love give me your hand so

That I can escape from this

Lake of blood I’m drowning in,

Hold my head above the blood’s surface.

As I fall, the symphony of the darkness

Gradually deafens me as it punctures my ears,

My ears bleed from the unspoken truth

That has killed us.

As I blink for the last time,

Thoughts of what a

Menace I was hunts me as I lain me to eternal sleep,

The graveyard becomes my playground as I meet the spirits

That were once beings of a numb world of the living.

The Humans are Enemies of Man (T.H.E.M)

Like shadows they walk,

So shallow they talk

Thinking they are not us,

Befriended by darkness they leave

Sinking shadows with every step they take.

Without faces their souls linger

In the wrath of the world pleading

For belonging,

A skin of shame they wear...yet they are us.

The Coming

The waiting wears patience with the cry

For an end, As tears of the crying wet

The desert's sand an oasis of the dying

Is born.

Behind the shoulders of truth lies a brutalized

Thornless rose that bleeds life in the river

Of death.

The healing fear defeats the ancient songs 

Of the dreaded ancestors with gale of fire

In the dark, The denounced innocence remains

Raped by the torturous thoughts of sheer remorse.

A symphony of the dead raids their mortal serenity

With an overwhelming vindictive fury of the

Unforgettable renaissance, Surrounded by sorrow

They loose purpose and sink in the wrath of

Their making.

A falling wish of deep devotion is hidden in the

Chest of unwanted hopes and dreams where death

Remains ruler of the defeated,

The need to shine with a sparkle of envy dies at nightfall.

100 Days Of Darkness

At nightfall the slayers come to avenge the

Death of their king, The innocent are killed by the loathsome

Desires of selective elimination that blinds their hearts with

Destructions, Built in many generations they take it all in 100 days.

The bleeding days of sorrow mourns the birth of death

Of the mortal memories that garnished everyone’s soul with

A longing for a bright new day, The African sun dies at the

Sight of shame as the demons play tunes that bleed the ears of

Life to death.

A cloud of darkness covers the moon as they beg for

Mercy to change the unbelievable reality of destruction,

The dark tide that sweeps through every home kills the

Others without any change of redemption,

Their walking emotions linger in grave yards of the present

Where the past rests not in peace.

Tears soak hearts as the rain of blood pours down to kill

Life once more, The long lost memories of the slayed souls

Ignite a spark of fury and sadness that will rise to

Live in minds and pools of sorrow, The black dead symphony

Plays as she takes the day with the lose of deep breath…

She dies ashamed of them.

The screams of desperation remain unheard as they approach

With encroached dark intensions, Many fell pray to the hell

Created by the vindictive spirits to prove their mortality,

A dark arch angel’s wings flap to resurrect a hurricane that

Steals the only passion left in the survivors of its wrath.

In the absence of light they plan their great escape and hope

To swim in the wishes of their minds, The beginning of the

End starts with a brief silence of desperation, A

Mountain of bodies with a steep flow of blood attracts

The vampire vultures in the center of the city,

Bleeding emotions flow to create a thick sea of blood

That absorbs the sunshine, A killing of emotions calls

Through to slay life to the edge of a cliff where beauty

Was once felt.

Linda Sober

Through the burning

Wilderness of her

Own mind she

Remains silent as her

Hidden wounds

Open for everyone To see,

Her overwhelming

Courage lets up the

Fray to a solemn

Reality as she looses

Face and sinks

Within herself,

Will she rise above

Her murky fate?

She hides in the attic

Where she cant be

Seen by the vindictive

Merciless voice,

She tours her pain by reminiscing

The birth of her

Only child called Grief...

As she wakes up the

Haunting faces that

Swim against the

Current of her blood mosaic gloomy

Pieces of forgotten memories,

She finally seeks

Escapism among the

Numb where she'll

Forever rest in Peace.

Beyond Sorrow

On her grave she rises

In the night the moon hides,

A thought of her fate

Lingers heavily as she

Fights her emotions,

She can’t love again

She’ll never live again.

Amid the light she cries

Among the rest she plays

Pretend…Inside she dies,

She wakes up each night

To water the dying wreath on

Her grave to garnish her new

Lonesome home.

Her eyes bleed misery

Her heart beats no more,

A concerto of the dead

Plays solemnly as she sings

Her lover’s favorite symphony,

On her grave she walks

At midnight she cuddles her lover

And sings him a lullaby to soothe

The sores she left behind.

Beneath her black tombstone

She breathes the silence of unfairness,

Beneath it all she still loves him.

Death Row

Dear Jean McCann,


The sun rises and sets for the last time as my day of execution draws in,I'll miss the smell of earth after the first rains that spell an end of summer. Forgiveness is beyond fantasy as my deeds were purely ego driven.

A dagger through my heart is a fair justice not the painless fatal injection.A death of dignity isn't deserved by a traitor of humanity such as me. I regret things turned out the way they did...I hope my death tomorrow morning will in a way make up for it.



Yours Sincerly,
Hoelt Van Clejan.

Little Medeliene (Silent Echoes)

She wonders what happened to home

As she walks in the cold empty streets,

Fear, blame and the feeling of being

Unwanted linger in her young mind as

The beasts come once again.

Alone she cries

In the light she tries

To break free and gain

Back serenity,

Beneath their lies she holds still

And embraces the truth.

Her shriek remains unheard,

Her mother still cries

But she still tries

To fight and fly where

She belongs,

Her wings seek tranquility

Her soul sleeps in the cold,

Can she escape her dark fate?

Dearths chills turns to stone

And blood to ice

As more years die in her abscence.