-
Death’s Love Song
This is Death’s love song, he takes off his top hat and then just like that all the black doves are gone. Just like a black magic trick, they fly away off into the distance whilst the grim weeper cries. Black tears of tainted sorrow. Drip and put out his wick, now his blue soul…
-
Yu-(a Galaxy Apart)-mi
I hope that the day is in sight that our souls, right now which are split, will eventually reconcile and reunite and then next to each other sit. When darkness meeteth light, the puzzle pieces fit. Where black greeteth white within the vast soul cairn pit…
-
Through the Lens of Melancholy
The demons gaze at me like they’ve drunken malice tea. A beverage filled with pure hate, only my spilt blood will fully satiate. Their thirst, and their hunger, because they feed on my worst. My thoughts and my feelings, all my troubled dealings. The times that I reached up and hit into glass ceilings…
blind, colour, commanding, control, defective, dissociating, expression, feelings, flame, fog, god, grey, hardship, heart, hell, life, love, malice, melancholic, melancholy, mental-health, metaphorical, mind, pain, poem, poems, poetry, pretending, reality, soul, spiritual, trauma, troubled, universe, vision, writing -
Resting Six Feet Beneath the Seabed
It burns so bright, my heart feels tight. My soul of pure white turns into a grey, ashen blight. My deeds carried out thus far have been nulled and void. Now I’m a fallen star – by my faith, I had been toyed. No longer will I, my destiny, avoid. With the power of a…
-
My World’s On Fire and I Like It
How long will it take for me to perish – because I do know, in death I’ll relish. I want it to end some day soon. I pray for God to send me to the moon. A grave so deep, on the moon’s dark side. The place I’ll sleep whilst I control the tide of…
-
Schörde
My chords become swordsTiny little bladesFloating around in the airThey’re made out of pure soundDirected towards my enemiesWhich come at me in hordesI point and I prayI get on my kneesI plead with the lordNot to be seizedThe lord is not pleasedBut he grants my requestSo off with my headAnd now I can restFor I…
McDream's Poetry 