The night holds
You too tight.
You belong to us now.
I say this with a bow.
You will follow us to hell
As we ring the nightly bell.
Our servant you will be.
You’ll never be set free.
death
BEFORE
The skyline was beautiful before.
Hope was present before.
Brotherhood was keenly felt before.
Life was pure and simple.
Death wasn’t an everyday concern.
Before.
FILL THE PAGES
Fill the pages with
words and stories.
Fill our lives with
people and events.
Stories to tell our children.
Words to light our journey.
Life is short and precious.
It is our right to fill in the pages.
WAITING CAN BE PURE AGONY
The house sits empty.
Spirits walk the hallways,
waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house again.
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.
ONE WITH THE EARTH
Asectic by Pierre Alain D. ©
We tend to forget
we’ve sprung from the soil.
When our time is done,
we’ll return to it.
We must maintain our humility,
keep our humanity intact.
The earth can still reject us,
eject us from its sphere.
Don’t tempt it.
I REACH FOR YOU
I reach for you.
I can’t touch you.
You are gone.
I must accept this.
There’s no coming back.
No second chances.
OUIJA BOARD
Source:blooming-pain
Oh, Ouija Board,
will you bring me spirits?
Spirits of the light.
Ones of the damned.
I feel their presence.
Sighs in the night.
Cold breath on my face.
Icy fingers at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
