In memory
In memory of thy sanity,
T'was lost amoung the hungry souls,
The voices screaming amoung the folds,
wanting what they could never own.
In memory of a time to dine,
Will it be in thy soul or mine?
Will'st thou find your hunger's end?
Or will it just come back again?
In memory of things forgotten,
Thy memories have faded, before the plenty,
Now thou does doubt thy memories,
Do thou still wish for the plenty?
In memory of a feast of feasts,
No longer dost thou wish for that succulent beast.
For thou hast taken, thy last feast.
Soldiers
High upon a lone hill,
Caressed by the evening sun,
Stands those soldiers of autumn gone.
There they stand, heads bent low.
A rememberance of a time long ago.
Once they stood faces to the sun,
Now they face a cold unknown.
Upon that hill they face the gale,
Silent as stone, yet they have a tale.
Oh what things they could tell you child,
If you would stay and rest awhile.
They watch you there upon that hill,
maybe you can see them still?
Autumns gone, the snow now falls,
Those soldiers now have up and gone.
Upon the ground one trace remains,
That the soldiers may come back again.
"Just wait till spring" the elders say.
"for those sunflowers will come back one day."
Hatred
Hatred runs deep,
within these veins,
down deep into my core.
Harted for on misformed soul,
Hatred for the whore.
Hatred for she who brought me here,
To this hell that is called life.
Hatred for she who calls me her child,
Pity for he that calls her wife.
Hatred for she who lays quilt down,
upon the table instead of food.
Forcing a feast upon an unpleasent beast.
That was my eternal soul.
Hatred runs deep within these veins,
running hotter than anyone can name,
For that woman that is she...
who gave with hellish life to me.
Hatred for that which is called.
"Mother"
fading
This Emptyness is degrading,
Here i sit alone i'm fading,
Bended down on my knees i'm praying.
Forms and shadows block my view,
As i sit in prayer,
slowly watching myself disappear,
As if dust blown by the air,
was i ever truely there?
Or does this life of which i've led,
Been just a dream in someone's head.
Is someone that i cannot see,
Dreaming up this Hell for me?
Sending me through hellish fires,
burned by scorn and desire,
I kneel and pray one last time,
for my time is done,
On bended knee my soul retires.
Beloved
Dark call of the night
Moon light resurrection
My body the feast
Glazed pale by piecing stare
You see my rhythmic rivers flow
and yearn to rewrite the melody
To a march of the funeral carts
of a solitary wolf’s, raging
ravaging thirst and lush
Passions pulsing in ectasy,
My blood runs red
A bitter sweet necture of life
and you the knife
eternity of darkness
passing years, you the jail,
lover and god
Beloved reaper.
Sweet and deadly sin stole my soul
from the gates of heaven
Now fallen in a godless ,cold world
with you my beloved.
The Cost
Lost among the baggage of my youth,
Left to suffer the strains,
can't tell what’s the truth.
Just me alone remains.
No longer trying to break free.
You'll just come back to haunt me.
Your disappointment suppresses my soul.
Oh why, oh why are you so cold?
Lost is what I am,
No longer remembered for what I was,
just a shadow, drifting like grains of sand.
Passing through life, without a cause.
Just a wisp, no more, no less,
my bodies gone,
we've come to an end.
I'll leave it here,
never to rise.
It's over now;
I’ll close my eyes.
Forever lost,
that was the cost.
Amelia19 Community Member 
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