Restless soul, unfinished verse
[I]
Dear boy,
Stay no more in darkness,
inside your black, crystal coffin
playing that lifeless melody in every nightmare.
Wake up,
Rusted world is here,
Walk out the door, see for yourself
with craving eyes as deadly as inferno’s guardian.
Come out,
Step into every corner,
every dimension on dirty Earth,
barefoot;
cutting blade hidden within your soul.
Death would seem like a daily breakfast;
sometimes hasty, sometimes tasty;
sometimes no more than rolling a piece of burning coal on your tongue.
Wake up, dear boy
See for yourself.
[II]
Dear boy,
Killing game is just about to begin;
Exciting
Maddening
Overwhelming.
Why is it that the world seems to be spinning so harshly?
Perhaps it is you,
who walks deliberately over the surface with heartless, black boots,
trailing every dark alley in wet, crimson footprint.
Why is it that the world seems to be slowing down so fast?
Perhaps it is you,
who passes through it with cold fingers dripping in unholy, red water,
leaving horrified screams of tattered bodies behind your back.
Why is it, that, the world seems to have stopped moving and frozen all over;
or is it you who have ceased your footing;
or have you already lost it, along with the last piece of your hollow soul?
Still,
We listen, we learn, we forget, we kill.
So much red for one living being to keep walking
So much red for one dying being to keep breathing
Dear boy,
Losing your footing.
Losing your soul,
How are you going to keep living in red like that?
Shut your eyes tightly for all you want, you cannot pretend to be blind;
Seeing your light
Hair as darkest black of midnight;
Eyes, unspoken lament of tortured amethyst.
So much red for one dying being, to keep breathing
So much red for one living being, to keep walking.
How, I wonder, are you going to keep living in red like that?
[III]
Honor be damned, allegiance be cursed;
Unable to obtain both. Unable to destroy both.
Awakening of heart be gone;
Unable to breathe. Unable to live.
Shuffling in a thin line of guilt,
Drowning in a sinful ocean of red,
Unable to do a damn thing.
Unable to do a damn thing.
Forgiveness, never been so fancy, so luxurious
This very first time, so badly, you wish for something real
for the feelings to be gone,
in this eternal muteness.
Unable to…
Death,
Same old breakfast, never seemed so wonderful.
Whispering.
Freezing lips upon dying ones,
“Remember only this person;
With eyes made of frozen sky,
Hair, a haunting nightmare of dead snow.
The person who ripped off your heart
And pushed you over the edge,
Falling with you.
Remember, only me.”
You hear fading screams,
You see withering tears,
A few more of silent whispers,
A couple more of chilling breath,
And.
You live no more.
Same old breakfast, never tasted more terrifying,
my dear boy…
[IV]
Wake no more, dear boy.
Seek no more,
gleeful slumber that fingers cannot touch,
hands cannot reach;
Chains of sins, shackles of guilt,
Never-ending flames of sorrow,
Incessant mourning in a dying dream, far, far away;
And you don’t sleep.
Watch no more, dear boy.
Darkest black of midnight ink dripping over pale, pale shoulders,
Unfathomable abyss of amethyst; no longer sparkling, no longer burning,
no longer living.
The light that belongs to darkness; a fallen soul.
An empty hole in a bleeding chest, torn open time after time
without a heart.
Forever wounded, forever hollow;
Time after time,
forever remembering
only you.
See no more, dear boy.
Shut your eyes tightly; pretend to be blind
Can you feel it?
A bleeding heart, beating within your palm.
A fascinating freedom
caged in everlasting hall of darkness.
Losing everything.
How could you ever unfeel that lamenting light you have once felt,
and keep craving for more?
How, I wonder?
Time after time
Forever wounded, forever hollow;
Unable to do a damn thing.
Pain no more now, my dear boy.
Pain no more…
----------------------fin.
J.H.
[A poem I wrote, meant to be a lyrics somehow. Everything belongs to me.]