DREAMS MADE OF SAND

Dreams flow like the grains of sands
A dead hourglass flowing through my hands
Scattered and lost amongst a diluted life
A meaningless end found within the blade of a knife

Grains of dreams scattered in the wind
A dead hope still lingering in this desert
Where the thirst of love cannot be parched
Where dreams of sand are forever lost

Hope is a lifeline through which dreams live
Your dreams are of sand that pass through lifes sieve
A desert graveyard for dreams made of sand
A meaningless life without dreams I cannot understand

Dreams flow like a dead ocean
Void of life and void of emotion
My dreams are made of sand
Lost in dunes of despair, never to return to land



A REASON TO HATE

Hatred
A world splashed in red
A fire burning inside
A light inside now dead
Another love to me denied

Hatred
A world dressed in opposition
A spark smoldering inside
A lifetime of violation
Another love to me lied

Hatred
A world Not worth living
A fire all consuming inside
There is no forgiving
A love that cannot for me provide



HELL MEANS MORE TO ME
(THAT THIS WRETCHED LIFE EVER COULD)

There exists a place inside
That once promised hope but now has died
And some stop by to mourn and grieve
They do not stay and I cannot leave

A place where I relive every discouraging voice
When decisions were made and I had no choice
Where the sun can't shine upon my face
And alone I cry tears to hide my disgrace

What means more to me that this darkest of seasons
Is not the pain you caused me, or your self-absorbed reasons
But the essence of home, an everloving spell
I smile when you tell me to go straight to Hell



THAT WHICH SHINES BRIGHTER BURNS BRIGHTER IN THE FIRE

Like dolls that sit and stare forever blank
My love for you unappreciated, no intention to thank
For my unconditional love, no strings, my doll, attached
Further you draw away, turn and detach

Stomped into the ground my marionette of madness
Cruel puppetier - your teachings in sadness
Before I met you I was radiant and bright
And now I am the wood on which you ignite

That which shines Brighter Burns Brighter In The Fire
From all of love inside me, my passion, desire
And now I am empty, consumed by the flames
I know not your name nor the rules to your game.



DARKNESS IS THE LIGHT IN WHICH MY SHADOW IS CAST

Hear me brothers and sisters for I have prayed
For rotten is my soul in this light I now fade
And inside my mind this darkness prevades
As I listen to the dark and sing it's seranande

Amongst the choirs of the damned they speak
Of those caught in the dark and the visions they shriek
Sifting between shades, it's darkness we seek
For we are the shadows across the light we streak

Dark is the place in which we all unite
Where the absence of life is our place without light
Where we are born in the light our projection is the contrast
Darkness Is The Light In Which My Shadow Is Cast



THE EARTH SHALL SWALLOW YOU (ONE WAY OF THE OTHER)

Like vultures who feast on the bones of the dead
Who follow the trail of those who have bled
A carrion scavanger flying high above
Whose next primal feast is on angelic doves

Overhead flying, not making a sound
Spotting the dead astrew on the ground
Circling, posturing, a visual feast
Look upon me, for I am the beast

Ravage the flesh of the recently dead
Upon the clean earth your cold blood is shed
Without remorse, a carnal foreplay
With a surgeons delight, I will not delay

Dessicated remains yearn for salvation
Return to the Earth in deathly congregation
Death to the weak, the young or the old
For I am the night in which you grow cold

[Home]   [My Poetry]   [Your Poetry]   [Celebrity Hotties]   [Funnies]   [Links]   [Exchanges]   [Awards]   
[About Me]   [Friend's Pics]   [Credits]   [View My Guestbook]   [Sign My Guestbook]   [E-Mail Me]   [Vote for this Site]

[Art Gallery Index]   [Dark Art]   [Dragons]   [Magickal Art]   [Miscellaneous Fantasy Art]
[Vampyric Art]   [Women in Art]   [Anajiel's Art]   [Landscapes]