Her Melodic Death

A blood harvest.

The moon weeping above,

Underneath sickness , and a melodic death.

I found my way,

how, i'll never know for sure,

into the realms of the darker side of life.

Enchanted, I felt the colors of death.

Into the mind of a stranger,

i found myself.

hidden away, in the corner.

Subdued, disassociated.

Surreality , and a diseased mind.

Lost, once again in the cycle of incessant numbness,

lost, to the world of conflict,the world of perdition,

I prayed, like never before, for deliverance.

For a second chance to rid the disease,

to avoid, damnation.

Eternal circle of suffering,

bodies, melting away.

I could never find my way out of the cycle.

Somewhere buried within,

the song of the cursed took over me.

and I have been singing, ever since.

the song of the diseased,

the song, of the damned.

the forsaken ones, beside me,

as the fire burned us away,

till death, licked us over, and the drapery,

fell upon.

Bliss

A silver moon adorned,

the empty night sky,

a lonely leaf shed,

flew down, and hit the ground.

The fall, had arrived.

The breeze spoke of, a long lost cause

where urges, had bled through scars,

and dreams sketched into the skin.

But, like the winter snow, on a bright summer day,

it had long, been forgotten.

The same note kept comming back,

my hands, all throbbed and shook...

the pain erupted within my mind,

a drop, dripped onto the floor.

The last thing I remembered,

was the faint scent of her hair.

it drifted me off to sleep.

while the blade shimmered, with the purest of blood,

I smiled, in the darkness.

For the first time, I knew ecstacy.

A momentary pleasure.

Followed undeterred, by

bliss, death, and silence.