Source:heroin-andyourveins
Take me with you.
To soaring heights.
Above the mundane.
Beyond time and space.
Drifting through the sky.
Through puffy clouds.
Past neighboring birds.
Take me far away.
Source:paulineglt
The road curves.
It straightens.
Past meadows.
Crowded cities.
Miles of pasture.
Windows open.
Wind rushing past.
Follow the birds.
Until the next town.
The next city.
The next stop.
Engine rumbles.
It dies.
Destination reached.
Time served.
Walk to the end.
A long walk alone.
Clouds hang low.
Quiet reigns supreme.
Darkness abounds.
One foot in front of the other.
Moving closer to the end.
Does heaven wait for me?
I close my eyes in acceptance.
Fate has rung her final bell.
I reach for it.
I close my fingers.
But I can’t catch it.
It filters through.
Continuing on its journey.
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing can hold it.
Pebbles drift in the ocean
in multitudes too many to count.
I yearn for the dark sea
as it holds mystery for me.
I will join these pebbles,
one more to their endless journey,
where I may find answers
to questions unspoken.
A light shines through the window.
What was dark is now light.
The spotlight hits its mark.
My dark form shivering on the bed.
Whispers fill the air.
Footsteps follow in their wake.
A door opens below.
Is it too late to run?
I must save myself from him.
He walks the night to find me.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME
A ride to hell and back.
I will sit in the back.
We fly through the night air.
Sound barriers we tear.
Demons fly by our side.
I have nowhere to hide.
They take us to their lair.
I’m pulled hard by my hair.
Life is over for me.
I’ll never be set free.
by sannalinn
THE ROAD TO NOWHERE
Life takes us on a ride.
A path with no guide.
A ride for no rhyme or reason.
A circle with no side.
A path deep into the jungle.
People passing along the way.
Traps to trip us up.
Lurking demons held at bay.
The end leaves us with more questions.
Not answered along the way.
A destination with no purpose.
No clarification for our stay.
Lost in a swirl of smoke
as it climbs the night sky.
It dances with the wind
as it reaches up high.
The smoke flickers and shakes
throughout its delicate journey.
Braced against any breath
from the nearby beings’ yearning.
It rises slowly.
Its arms reach up to the moon.
A cold wind wafts past.
It will be there all too soon.
areyou-stillawake
Demonic (2015)
Light the dark path.
Through the dense woods.
To the house on the edge.
Where many have gone.
Follow the puffs of smoke.
Through the rocks and brush.
To the end of the trail.
Where many have gone.
THE DEAD GAME
