Thursday, October 08, 2009

Time To Play A Game

It's midnight now
Time to play a game
Two souls intertwined
In a virtual realm
Notes are played
From an ancient rhythm
Souls engraved
In the darkest chasm
Darkness stained
By a sheet of white
On a female that glows
Like a wave of light
As she takes off her gown
She lets out a moan.
She looks at her prey
That she's about to kill
Emotionally and mentally
Not physically but slowly
Her prey is not afraid
It's about to get laid
The clock ticks on
As the game goes on
His sense is like a rod
More erect than any building
He winces as it throbs
Because she's already moving
She circles round and round
And gets faster every second
And the moaning gets so loud
Till the music has no sound.
The female moves faster
While her prey moans louder
Until that very moment
When no sound is heard.
A slow moving current
Sweeps through their head
It makes it's way through
their body and soul
They stay still until
The feeling is gone
Then it's midnight again
The clock stopped running
It's time to play a game
Until the break of morning.

A Burning Heart

I threw a special key away.
The key to my heart.
But as they say,
Miracles do happen
Because the key found its way
Into your arms.
You saw the door and hesitated.
A week or two, then you decided
To open it up.
You saw dirt, cobwebs
And soot darker than sin itself.
But you took your time
To clean it up and furnish it
To a home you saw
Only in your dreams.
You put yourself
Under house arrest
For three whole months
And then.....you left.
You were the light that kept out the darkness
That drove away the demons.
Now they are back seven-fold.
They've destroyed all the furniture
They've burnt down the house.
Now I have a heart of rage
Worse than a heart of stone.
I tried to save your picture
But I couldn't.
The flames got there before me.
Now here you lie
Dead before me.
Like the others who left like you.
But you were different
I tried to save you.
I did....but I couldn't...
Couldn't save you from the flames.

My Last Words

Mummy, Daddy,
Cursed be the day you conceived me.
Into a world I can't see anymore.
Into a world I can't hear any longer.
Into a world I can't speak to.
All I can do is feel.
Feel the emptiness,
The perpetual search for purpose.
Feel the hand that opens up
The tap of inborn evil
And leaves it running.
My tears are hardened.
They refuse to fall.
My passion is
Scorched beyond repair
By a fire
Produced by the people of this world.
No one wants that fire
But still they leave it to burn.
They fan it generously
With betrayal, hate, lust, murder, covetousness
To name just a few.
Blinded by a most alluring darkness
Which they force themselves to see as light.
They sit on thrones in the light,
But are lower than rubble in the dark.
They dismiss the pain in the light,
But are being flayed alive in the dark.
When shall your eyes be open?
When will you see beyond the lies?

These are the words of a dying old man
Which may never get to the ears of the living,
But if faith finds you worthy
To hear these words of mine
Ponder them well.
Because like they say,
A word is enough for the wise.