Upon My Shoulders

I dream of ghosts

Long dead and gone

Souls released

Into death forlorn

I hear voices

Whispering of a mystery

Unseen and lifeless

From my life’s unsung history

Spirits of the past bright

Fly above me all the time

Making me write

Sad songs with a melancholic rhyme

They ask me to sway

This way and that

Forget your pain

And embrace Death

A life less lived

Trapped in a cage of guilt

A lifeless one lived

Upon a throne of shame built

Surrender to us

These distant voices say

Be with us in peace

And in silence hold sway

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At Long Last…A Way Out

​Dated – Feb 18th 2017
When we experience things and grow up,

And have had our fill from Life’s cup
At long last we are offered a way out,

An infinite one-way road without a doubt
Some of us who are tired choose the way out earlier,

Without giving second chances to make things clearer
And what is the importance of second chances?

I believe it’s a peek into Existence’s smaller nuances
Small things become important as we reach our final destination,

All the things that we worked for, a verdict for our final reputation
In the end some might ask – “Do we even matter?”

“Yes” – Say the one’s who’ve never dared to falter
Living in fear of what our way out might be like,

Only makes our present suffer, skewered on a spike
What fears lay within us all on this quest called Life?

What trials must we go through to cease our inner strife?
And what if existence were to be forever?

Would we still drown ourselves in greedy endeavours?
A way out from this perceptive plane,

Is what some amongst us would call a bane
A way out from this mundane plane,

Is what some would call a non-negotiable gain
As true and sure as the chronicle of Time,

We grew accustomed to ignore our World’s Rhyme
We are scared, curbing our will to live fully,

Instead we dwell deliriously in each other’s folly
A second thought about our ephemeral existence,

Should continue to imbue us with Hope and Persistence
Our curiosity for the After-life results in a rift between us,

Causing conflict tearing the world apart for the children amongst us
Do you ever wonder why we find it so hard,

To enjoy the Song of One from a truthful Bard?
Shouldn’t the truth about our short time here,

Teach us to live as one and together persevere?
At long last, for a moment we seem to have found our way out,

In Death, the only destiny all of us share without a doubt

No words

​I had a weird dream today. So weird. It was just me and another person. We were in some fancy apartment. I don’t know whose because I’ve never seen it before myself. So I was sitting on the sofa and the person was on the balcony. We did not speak a single word with each other. But we just stared into each others eyes without saying a word. We exchanged thoughts and experiences like this for what seemed like an eternity. The persons eyes started to swell up with tears when I exposed my emotions. I could only look and do nothing. Both of us just stared into each others eyes the whole time. No words were ever spoken. 

Am I Pain?

Is the person Death?

Am I painfully ascending?

Or am I painlessly descending?

Am I flying?

Or am I falling?

Dead Inside

​So much more to live for,

So much more to hope for,

So much left to cry for,

So much left to die for

This world that I force myself into,

Of which I am a part,

Refuses to entertain the thoughts,

That tear me apart

Cold outside,

Dead Inside

Answer me my friend,

When will I see my end?

How?When?Why? Now?Soon?Later?

A drama for all to see in a theatre?

Pointless living day in and day out,

I stare at you, scream and shout

Cold soul forever monotone and alone,

Staring at you all, unreacting like a stone

Answer me my friend,

When will I see my end?

The world is so cold outside,

I stare at it, dead inside

Seven Coffins

“Hello. I’ll have the usual Death”

“Hello Pain. How many more times are you going to keep coming back?”

“I’ll keep coming back I guess. Now,then. I’ll have my usual.Please give me one Last Breath”

Take a walk with the Light,

Your mind just might…

See the light show you things beyond,

Your eyes slowly start perceiving and correspond…

Crumble…oh humble Light,

Please cry and die bright

Give birth to Seven of them,

Get a little closer to Life’s helm

Understand all Seven are deathbeds,

Vibrant coffins for evolved heads

Our mind’s converge into one,

The Vibrant, they feed us Fun

Meet your new friend,

Meet your unknown end

Await for Perception into…

Away from Light into…

Awake from Life into…

Into what?

Seven become One,

Dark is the new Sun…

(Or was it Son?)

“Hello again Death!

I’ll have my usual please, one Last Breath”

Dreams Of Death

Reality please take away my last breath,
Nurture it’s dreams,it’s dreams of death

Horrors in my mind,they haunt me,
Unmatched is my insanity,it taunts me

Do I live till I feel my life fullfilling?
Or do I yield to Death’s peaceful calling?

Weightless is my mind,uncontrolled are my thoughts,
Heavy and torn is my heart,fragmented are all its parts

Every night I slip into my dreams,my dreams of death,
Alone in my mind, I’ve come to lose all my faith

All night I walk alone down this empty winding path,
Searching for the right place to plant my weathered epitaph

Forever following an ever shining bright light,
Forever escaping insanity’s dark and bitter might

Far too long have I waited in this world of mine,
For Death to fly by and make this pain fine

As I sit in my world on this crumbled throne of mine,
I look around and see the beauty of my own shattered mind

Enormous flames and rigid snow storms side by side,
Darkness looms over my land with it’s unparalleled pride

The ground is barren,cracked and broken,
No other souls are present here,no words are ever spoken

Dead and wilted trees adorn my mind’s beautiful landscape,
No…no way out of this place,there is no known escape

Washed and rained is this beautiful,majestic place,
With the lines of the years gone by on my face

Mighty,unheralded rainbow cosmic colours flood my own mind’s land,
The cause in it’s creation has been the absence of your worlds divine hand

Majestic is my wrecked mind,
Come into it and you will find,
Nothing but death,pain and misery,
My tired eyes burning with a detached  fury

Eventually,everything will turn black,
Time will take it’s toll and bend my back

As I plunge down deeper into my dreams,my dreams of death,
I smile as I finally take in one final breath,my final breath

Be Sorrow

Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Feel hollow

Hurt for all eternity,
Bleed for your dignity

Perish into dust,
Be one with rust,
Crumble your soul’s crust,
In others a mistake it was to trust

Cry for a simple life,
Cease the inner strife

No more looking, no more searching,
Try to be happy,cauterize you’re bleeding

Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Die hollow

Be patient for another day,
Eitherway with life we all shall pay

For all the hate, guilt and pain,
Unthink for today, tomorrow try again

Stay for a moment more,
Extend your tale and lore

Be Sorrow,
Go tomorrow

Be Sorrow,
Fly tomorrow

I Will Be One

And I rushed into the pale dark room,

Candles were black and lit, melting

Each drop falling with an atomic boom,

Onto the cool gray stone, the wax continued it’s pelting

 

They told me, they had told me!

-“Another is gone!”

-“Who is it this time?”

I asked, panic setting in

-“A frail soul,one too frail to mention”

They replied, emotionless within

 

Sensation!

Libation!

In the name of a thousand gods!

 

Celebration!

Circulation!

Death is only a shade for the mortals!

 

Soul searching,

Demons lurking

 

I look at the body,all raiment in black,

The fabric of life and death in a chaotic crack

And I am surprised to see!

My face plastered where it’s ought to be!

 

 

And then I turned back

and felt my reflection lack,

In the mirror beside

the Reaper’s hide

 

-“Wow!”

I said aloud

-“I’m dead!”

I said aloud

 

And all around me,the new evolved kinds,

They stared at me with their vivid minds

And welcomed me into their blackened slimy visions,

To draw visions into life’s mine and to rejoice in it’s malformed incisions

 

Of babies bathing in soot,comfort in their ember,half-burnt and crisp

Rickets and scurvy,a fine combination, disintegrating into a smoky wisp

At such a tender age they seem so happy unaware,

Look at them smile and laugh, burning away without a care

 

Those fair little creatures know nothing of reality,

Blind still to it’s unjust ways and plain brutality

Eating each others souls and having a hearty time,

Eventually growing up to tune their joy into a painful rhyme

 

I black out this vision before me with the power of the sun,

Visions are for immortals and I will be one