Smoke

The mystical smoke rises,

Born from a dying fire,

Rises to the skies above,

Leaving the earth below.


The smoke shall keep forming,

Even after the fire takes leave,

The fire gone, but heat remains,

The smoke rises to the heavens.


The fire has long died away,

See the darkness if you can,

For absent the flaming light,

Shadows dance before the eyes.


Nothing is true, the eyes deceived,

The darkness but veils the sight,

Hiding its secrets, showing untruths,

For the eyes see not through the dark.


The flame now extinguished by you,

Must be brought back but how so?

The flame is gone, as is the heat,

The smoke is gathered in heaven.

The Hands Of The Reaper

The Clouds swarm the sky,

Preventing the rays to heal,

The Light of truth behind a lie,

The Light which I can't feel.

The Winds spins and paces,

The dust dancing in the gust,

A broken sky absent the graces,

The absent Light begets no trust.

The hidden Light leaves a cold,

Inciting a shiver in soul and spine,

Break the Clouds and Light take hold!

The Darkness feels no home of mine.

The Clouds turn and open an eye,

Turns its skyborn gaze upon me,

The burning rays from the sky,

A poisoned Light, a monstrosity.

Struck my soul and mind alike,

Draining me and reduced to knees,

A burning Light a hellish spike,

A burning flame without release.

But before the poisoned Light,

Could burn me to beyond vapour,

The ground split and what a sight!

Behold the hands of the Reaper.

The giant bone hands of Death,

Rupturing the Earth and freed,

Pulled my soul free from beneath,

Planting within me a dark seed.

The hands of the Reaper cold as ice,

Crushing my lifeless body in its grip,

For a soul to remove requires entice,

But the soul left, as blood began to drip.

The cold hands of the Reaper,

Robbed my soul from the world,

Freed me from the Lights demeanour,

As into Worlds Below I found myself hurled.

Tyrannical Overseer

Earth shivers and the fire burns,

Fear cripples and envelopes all,

A flame of rage and insanity roars,

Incensed by the flame that burns.

A drunken God's whim upon us,

An unacceptable grip to use us,

By one who believes not in Man,

But believe in the hollow prayer.

"say the words and find salvation"

That's what the men of god believe,

The life of our soul which is within,

Hinges on the utterance for favour.

The soul resides within our flesh,

Deep within but also around us,

Embodying our minds and lives,

Navigated by our own free will.

A world unwilling to open a belief,

Deafening the utterance of others,

Under the hypnotic prayer for God,

To court favour for a chance eternal.

The feeble minded people scramble,

In the name of he who left Earth an age ago,

The weak willed humans do flock towards,

Any false prophet claiming their salvation.

Purge the plague and burn away,

The flame of rage inspired by truth,

Burns the lies which confine the mind,

Ashes bear the key to open what is closed.

Enough

The words I speak,
Remain incomplete,
For you may believe,
You've heard enough.

But know this as ancient truth,
Though my words might stop,
They are far from what's within,
For I know you think that's enough.

I stop my speech and my words,
You won't understand meaning,
For the visions behind my eyes,
Show me what you can't imagine.

I shall say the words that remain,
Once a mind of equal surfaces,
One with a path as obliterated,
As the one before me is brimming.

You've probably heard enough,
Meek minded mortals say that,
You believe that's enough said,
But child, I've only just begun.

Impaired

The world keeps spinning,
I  need rest more than all,
The world spinning so fast,
My mind is dizzy from it all.

The spinning doesn't stop,
The dizziness never ceases,
The control lost an age ago,
Spinning in free fall is my soul.

Stop the spinning and turn,
Turn back the course taken,
Bring me back the lost days,
Or offer me my redemption.

Those days spun away so fast,
How can a life hold such cruelty?
To bleed away my soul everyday,
To chip away my being everyday.

I swear to all I have no anger,
All that exists within my mind,
All that exists within my soul,
A shadow, deaf, dumb, blind.

A crippled monstrosity hidden,
Behind a million smiling masks,
The cry of a spirit that has broken,
Unheard under the veil of laughter.

The world is still spinning so fast,
My soul punished for an unknown,
My blinded spirit can see no path,
The cut tongue can't cry for help.

What choice remains with me?
Other than to wander the dark,
And hope the rotations give me,
The chance to release my curse.

Deaf, dumb and blind I wander,
Till I hear the Angel call my name,
Till the Angel can hear my words,
Till the day I can look into her eyes.

Asylum

The house stands a monument,

A testament to the one resident,

Within the house he lost his mind,

And the house left madness behind.

Within the darkness of the mansion,

The chambers each hold a fatal illusion,

Enter the room and the dark in its hold,

Each room a different story to be told.

For the mind that this house hath stolen,

A piece of it, in every chamber is hidden,

His mindless spirit has roamed for years,

For his mind is lost and poisoned by fears.

Enter not the chambers of this darkness,

For the sights within masters of madness,

They tell a tale of beauty and promise,

And infect the mind with terrible illness.

One such story a room ventures to tell,

One that sends the soul into deep hell,

A story that cripples the hearts of all,

For the story does not merely echo the hall.

The illusion grips the mortal in the dark,

Far far away from any saviour's spark,

The pain within the story shall hypnotize,

As you see through the mindless one's eyes.

The anguish shall be that of he who roams,

The mortal mind writhes in unholy groans,

Unable to see that which is the truth,

Such monstrous spells are most uncouth.

The house holds a million false illusions,

But there lies one truth within the mansion,

The master's bedroom, it shall forever stay,

The darkness which no prayer can hope to slay.

In the master's bedroom be it dark or day,

The one truth that shall forever stay,

The lifeless corpse of the mindless one,

A broken ceiling and a throat long strung.

Flameborn

Within a continent of frozen ice,
Within the layers of scarred skin,
Nothing but anger, it shall suffice,
A monster of rage awoke within.

In my youth the monster was evil,
Elders taught us to force it away,
Words forced upon by the bible,
But today I seek to make it stay.

They say fire is your only ally,
Seek the flame, fuel your power,
I cannot take another priest's lie,
My love for the light has gone sour.

A long path that follows me behind,
Taught me the power of the dark,
For when the darkness takes a mind,
You no longer need a saviour's spark.

For in the dark absent the light,
Is when the flame of rage burns,
Burn me whole I shall not fight,
Keep the ashes in your black urns.

Purge me of the light's ailments,
Give me your incendiary power,
build within a burning monument,
Which shall see me fuelled forever.

Confessions of the Possessed

The world persists with its rotations,

The people continue their motions,

My soul lies weak in the darkness,

My past stretched upon torn canvas.

I celebrated the day I found freedom,

From the mask which kept me a victim,

The mask I tore off my now naked face,

An act instigated by your mystic grace.

The clocks have now turned an age ahead,

My unmasked insanity continued to spread,

I tore away my mask under your magic spell,

A maskless monstrosity, my mind gone to hell.

The clocks have now turned further still,

My maskless breath holds a deathly chill,

The breath which you breathed within me,

From your wicked spell I shall break free.

It may take me longer than a generation,

I shall find the mask to share my burden,

One to seal my face behind its facade,

One that can hide the face you scarred.

I shall find the fabled mask that can hide,

And you shall find my truth forever denied,

Hidden in the darkness while the earth spins,

Is where the struggle for my freedom begins.

An Ancient Tale

Our nature sings an ancient tale,
Which blends a fright with beauty,
Which blends the fear with power,
Which blends the loss with relief.

Long before the days of memory,
Long before the days of humanity,
The Gods of Olympus roamed Earth,
The Titan War had left them weak.

The Olympians needed to be fed power,
Power fed through a Mortal's prayer,
For even the Gods wished not to die,
They tasked themselves with creation.

Creating the Mortals for this Earth,
So they may hold it as their abode,
And hold for eternity the gratitude,
In the form of prayer for the Gods.

Before Humanity stepped onto Blue Earth,
The ancient tale tells us of the creation,
Before Man and Woman walked on the grass,
They were but joined together as a whole.

The ancient tale tells us that we are split,
The tale speaks of humans having four hands,
It tells us of four feet and also two heads,
Joined at the center as two perfect halves.

But the Gods saw this, they saw Humanity's bliss,
They needed the Humans to pray to the Olympians,
But living in the state of bliss Humanity would,
The thought for praying to the Gods would be lost.

The Gods fearful of losing their Immortality,
Split the whole Human, creating Man and Woman,
Two perfect halves, torn apart for an eternity,
The action which changed the abode to a prison.

Condemning Humanity to a mad endless search,
For their other lost half in this endless world,
And when hope dwindles in the heart of humans,
They turned to prayer to the gods to give back.

To give back the half the gods removed,
Their prayers were not always answered,
Some would lose their minds in search,
the Gods didn't care, the Humans prayed.

This Was Home

I tread on a familiar journey,
To the world I adore the most,
To the people I love the most,
To the one I love above all.

The path was calm as it always was,
There were beautiful lush meadows,
A very familiar sight within my home,
The sun was shining bright as it does.

Before I knew it I was there,
Standing on the land of home,
But there was no home found,
There was no one here but me.

I looked around me quite confused,
I know I stand where my home is,
But the elements were gone away,
The one I love nowhere to be found.

I wondered, what happened here?
The world I built no longer exists?
What darkness could cause this?
What evil would seek home's theft?

I rested beneath the tree we planted,
Where we rested and lost ourselves,
Deep in your eyes was a world I love,
A world which has been taken away.

The coveted answer to my question,
Was not answered in the voice I love,
But was answered in a voice of anger,
A voice born under years of denial.

"You wonder what happened here?
I am part of the world that took it,
Your home plagued by the darkness,
A darkness born forever in my world."

"Your world existed beyond reality,
your world was built by your dreams,
I, as reality's messenger have taken it,
By bringing reality to your dreamworld."

Going Home

Always serves a solution,
To end a troublesome day,
To head on towards home,
Towards the peace of home.

Takes more than one falter,
To curse a day as mine are,
It takes the wrath of demons,
To stretch the day for years.

The long lost promise of an angel,
Had been broken an eternity ago,
The purest wish for peace in life,
Was lost by insanity stricken gods.

But matters not anymore,
My patience has been lost,
I must go back to my home,
I will find peace at home.

I built my home with my own hands,
Brick for brick, every bit of it I made,
Its walls hold within a kept promise,
A promise for peace and happiness.

The demons cannot touch me there,
Its far away from their cursed reach,
The gods cannot see my world here,
They have no way to infect my home.

The day is done, I am going home,
Resting my head and drifted away,
To the world built by my own mind,
My home which couldn't be infected.

Home still holds the promise it made,
Home has always been so beautiful,
Home to an angel as pure as you are,
Home has always been pure perfection.

Home may be lost in the morning,
But I'll return here in the nights,
When I blissfully dream of home,
The place my angel does love me.

Gladiator

This chamber is dark,
But it will have to do,
I can hear the crowd,
Howl in a lust of blood.

The door before me allows the sun,
To break through the small cracks,
Won't be long now before it is open,
And I am at the mercy of the people.

The nerves never calm themselves,
I survived the arena countless times,
I ended the lives of all my opponents,
I won the love of the howling masses.

The door swung open ever so slowly,
Allowing yet more of the sunlight in,
Illuminating the once dark chamber,
The voices of the crowd grew louder.

As I took my steps onto the sand,
Still moist from the battles of past,
Soaked in the blood of my brothers,
Amidst the roaring of drunk crowd.

I drew sword and awaited contest,
Another day the sun lights the sky,
Another day I stand in bloody game,
Demanding me to take life or lose it.

As I awaited the man I was to face,
The man who's head I shall sever,
Clean from his throat to my victory,
And flood the already red ground.

He came before me and drew sword,
Awaited me to strike first upon him,
The crowd called for bloody death,
The crowd shook the ground below.

The king took his place and signalled,
To me and the opponent before me,
To begin the fight and to entertain,
See blood spilled to live another day.

Broken Tomorrow

The Sun's rays were stolen today,
Where could that light have gone?
What force on Earth could take it?
Whose power could nullify the Sun?

The night had stretched for days,
The Sun never rose from the east,
The light seemed lost to the world,
The light which left me an age ago.

The Wind's gust was stolen today,
The dark world suffered another,
Another loss to a mystical power,
Another loss which all had wept.

No one knows what stole the Wind,
The darkness blankets the vast land,
No blissful breeze striking my face,
No calming breath of Earth to still me.

The sanctity of life was lost,
Somewhere in the darkness,
Blown away absent the Wind,
Stolen away in endless night.

My question was answered by you,
Your eyes held a truly bright light,
Light capable of blinding the sun,
Light which blinded me in my fall.

The light's dazzle was only a prelude,
To the brilliance hidden in your soul,
Your power is truly one most sublime,
Your essence is truly most beautiful.

The breeze from you which struck me,
Blew my mind to a wonderful place,
A place where the long lost treasure,
The treasure of happiness was found.

The wind of the Earth was too feeble,
To be considered equal to your gust,
One which could blow away a mind,
Which could blow one over the edge.

Steer far clear you false prophet,
I've walked upon this path before,
You take away all life's meaning,
And leave me bare absent heart.

The journey of yesterday burns today,
The wounds of yesterday yet unhealed,
The ghosts of yesterday still haunt me,
The curse of day's past hex me today.

Steer clear from me, you fallen angel,
This life has been broken like its soul,
The path behind me holds the terror,
To twist any mind beyond recognition.

Even if you truly are my saviour,
I'm afraid my strength has gone,
My spirit cannot walk your path,
The past sternly breaks tomorrow.

A Love Letter

There aren't too many words,
That can ever explain to you,
How much love exists within,
How your smile scares the dark.

I love you, you know this,
I'll always feel this way,
There isn't any other way,
That is worth to be felt.

You're a part of me,
You are the reason,
I am who I am today,
And I must thank you.

I must confess one truth,
You don't love me as I do,
I tried to quell my heart,
Change the drum it beats.

But the more I tried to do so,
The more I saw myself fade,
The harder I pushed you away,
More of my being had been lost.

I believed I was successful,
But as I stare at a stranger,
Standing within the mirror,
I see nothing worth having.

Logic and reason tell me,
That the mirror holds me,
But then why can't I see me?
What dark magic prevents me?

As I looked closer at the stranger,
I realised a long ignored truth,
As I fought that war within me,
I lost more of myself than I thought.

I don't know if this is destiny's signal,
I don't know if we are meant to be,
But I know one thing for certain,
I am meant to be the way I was.

I am who I am today,
Only because of you,
Because I love you,
Because I always will.

My heart is meant to be yours,
And that's how it shall remain,
Love is patient, and so I will be,
There's no one else worthwhile.

All the day needs to be saved,
The moment I am redeemed,
The moment I hold you close,
That moment of pure magic.

Perhaps the magic is stirred,
Because my heart is with you,
And when I hold you close,
I feel my heart once more.

Ask The Voices

Gone are those days,
When you hid within,
Buried within a mask,
Hidden within shadows.

I must have tried for an age,
To smite you to the afterlife,
But you resisted as I had to,
You held on to your frail life.

You sought refuge within me,
Within my spirit and my mind,
All the time I'd hear your voice,
Shouting within my silent head.

Pointing me in the direction,
Promising glorious happiness,
Promising me a beautiful life,
Promising a heart full of bliss.

As I tread down the path you drew,
I followed it blindly with pure trust,
I pushed myself to a whole new life,
I pushed myself away from my past.

As I was setting within this shell,
The shell which you put me in,
You told me another tale of life,
You told me of the power within.

But the fates had turned away,
Plaguing my path with failure,
At every step and at every turn,
Condemned to pain and suffering.

As I was shipwrecked on lonely seas,
You spoke to me again and I listened,
The promise of true love, lost away,
The promise of a happy heart, broken.

Silence you passenger and hear me,
Answer my oldest question you must,
Take away the darkness within me,
And tell me the sin that deserves this.

My road has forever been paved,
With the noblest of all intentions,
Yet the fates see fit as they destroy,
Destroy my path and also my spirit.

Answer me now you passenger,
For my spirit is decaying away,
What terrible crime I committed,
To deserve torture before my eyes.

Tell me why I fail as I always do,
Why the happiness is always lost,
Why is it that no matter what I do,
The Angel is always further away.

Stonewall

To say my sanity had hanged,
Upon the weakest of threads,
Would truly be an understate,
The drop below would cripple.

Strung so high above the ground,
Couldn't even see the Earth below,
But I knew that any moment now,
The string would tear and hurl me.

I was not wrong and happened it did,
String lose and gravity took control,
Plummeting me towards the Earth,
And plunging my mind deep to hell.

But as my mind ceased flight,
Freefall gave way to a crash,
A crippling crash to the dirt,
Smashing my mind to sand.

My mind one with the dust,
My mind destroyed by fate,
My sanity torn by the angel,
My sanity lost to me again.

But as it almost dwindled away,
In the darkest of hellish abyss,
I found a place that felt safe,
My mind was close to fatality.

I must protect this last retreat,
Prevent anyone to enter again,
Prevent the world from taking,
My sanity once and for always.

I don't know where this place is,
But I know it shall keep me safe,
I shall never have another angel,
Enter within the safe zone again.

I'll build a wall around this place,
Towering higher than the heavens,
Towering beyond the angel's flight,
Protecting this safe place for life.

No one shall ever see this place,
No angel shall ever enter here,
My mind shall not be lost to you,
My mind will never be lost again.

The wall which you helped me build,
Fuelling my rage and my desperation,
Inflicting wounds to scar me forever,
You shall never enter here, I swear.

House Fire

I walked into my home today,
It didn't feel quite the same,
Nothing was gone nor lost,
But I recognised nothing.

As I opened the door to enter,
I knew this was my safe place,
But I had nothing here except,
A broken memory of shadows.

As I rest in the chair I always do,
I feel no comfort as I formerly did,
Only a question remains within,
"What lost soul would wish to stay?"

As I ventured to my own chamber,
The place I slept for all these years,
Dreaming paradise with my angel,
Waking up with her further away.

I drew my eyes to the writings,
Writings scratched on the wall,
Written by my own right hand,
But why would I write as I do?

The words etched upon the wall,
They speak of unrelenting agony,
Agony that had been self inflicted,
What monster had possessed me?

I can't stay here a moment longer,
This is place is nothing but prison,
A prison which rapes the minds,
A prison which batters the souls.

Before I leave I must do one thing,
Since this house held me for ages,
I must prevent it corrupting others,
I must save others from purgatory.

I know what my duty calls of me,
I know what I must see done now,
This manifestation of purest evil,
Must be destroyed to save the aeons.

This monstrosity was birthed by fire,
With fire shall it have its last rites,
Burn down to ashes you hellspawn,
May your darkness never be seen.

Immune

The world around me,
Holds firm one belief,
That you exist above,
The god in the clouds.

I could never bring myself,
To believe the empty words,
Which came from nowhere,
Which came from nothing.

But nevertheless the world believes,
They believe that you would protect,
No matter the severity of the danger,
They turn to you when none listen.

I swear it, what I say is true,
Your existence I don't believe,
But the world says you listen,
Even to the lostest of all souls.

Well then if you're there, 'Lord',
Hear my words as I speak them,
I hope they echo for all eternity,
Within the ears driving you mad.

Do whatever you wish to do,
I do not care anymore now,
They say you write our lives,
Why do you write as you do?

My life, belongs to me, its mine,
They call you the maker of all,
Under that illusion you gave me,
I will do with it as I will see fit.

All you've ever written for me,
Has always been a tale of anger,
A tale of loss and disappointment,
A tale of endless mortal torture.

The world says you conjure miracles,
I must concede that to be golden truth,
I have suffered the wrath of them all,
How you caused them to destroy me.

Life has shown me the miracles,
Which has prevented everything,
With the potential of happiness,
Into achieving its true capabilities.

You have always mangled my mind,
Writing my life absent your 'mercy',
You've sent 'angels' within my story,
Truly wondrous, beautiful creatures.

They show me such amazing sights,
Only to wake me up and crush me,
I see with the 'angels' around me,
Happiness to make the soul cry.

But you, in your 'infinite wisdom',
Prevent those visions and mirages,
Into ever forming within reality,
Why show them if I can't live them?

Perhaps if my intentions were vile,
I would understand my failures,
But I have no such desires to deserve,
Such a cold and inhuman prison cell.

You surround me with happiness,
Within all those who I have with me,
But yet you prevent that same bliss,
From ever coming close to my soul.

Hear my words, you insane child,
Do what you wish to do with me,
My patience has finally been lost,
Do whatever your sick mind wishes.

You wish to dangle happiness?
Do what you want to do to me,
I'll never ever believe anything,
I'll never ever believe what I see.

You give me the promise of love,
And you've never fulfilled that,
You've caused me to stumble,
At every step and crush me.

Hear these words, I'll never believe it,
You've taught me something I value,
Never believe the ones around me,
Never believe what my eyes show.

From now on all I'll ever see,
Shall always be the darkest,
So dark you cannot see within,
Your light has no place here!

So tell me, you vengeful 'forgiver',
Now that I know, I have nothing,
Nothing written for me sees bliss,
How will you disappoint me now?

Limbo

The day you took my heart,
I gave it to you so willingly,
You could see it so infected,
By the darkness all around.

Your eyes held a promise,
A promise to rid the dark,
A promise to cure the heart,
A promise, to feel the light.

You held my heart close to yours,
And you showed me my strength,
You taught me the means to use it,
Against the darkness rooted deep.

The happening was a miracle,
The darkness had been defeated,
The sun shone brightly in the sky,
My spirit was basking in the glow.

Night was sure to follow at sunset,
The sun hidden beyond the horizon,
The night rode swiftly with darkness,
And darkness crawled around again.

You held my heart close to yours,
And I let the darkness do its worst,
The darkness which made me home,
Was unable to touch our mystic aura.

The darkness failed and light had won,
Your eyes which held that sacred vow,
Saw it fulfilled and showed me light,
Beyond the darkness that shadowed.

As the sun rose again to spread light,
The sunrays shone on me once more,
My spirit felt such wonderful bliss,
And angel, you have all my gratitude.

I watched the sun rise above the hill,
It truly was such a beauty to behold,
Angel, come here, do you see the sun?
The question remained unanswered.

I turned my head to look for you,
But you were no longer with me,
My eyes searched the landscape,
But you were nowhere in sight.

Angel, where have you gone?
I looked back towards the sun,
Angel, you still hold my heart,
Angel, where have you gone?

I looked at the sun and realized,
I realized that it was all a facade,
The sun, it rises not in the east,
My face is looking towards west.

I knew the world beyond my eyes,
Was a trick you played so perfectly,
You took my heart and left me here,
In this false world you've shown me.

You've resigned me to search,
For the way out of this maze,
Condemning me for the now,
Within your mystical shadow.

Home

Behind my closed eyes,
I travel worlds away,
Deep in the dark caves,
Of my own clouded mind.

The world I seek in my mind,
The world that I made home,
Shows me a world so different,
To the world I walk with you.

As my mind drifts away,
I feel the sorrows lighten,
I feel the wounds recover,
I feel the heart renewed.

As my mind takes me away,
To the world I call my home,
Only to see you waiting for me,
Bearing a beautiful smile for me.

It truly is lovely seeing you here,
Where our reality has no standing,
Seeing you smile so sweetly for me,
Home is only where I see that sight.

Even though I always remember,
In the world I freely leave behind,
That sight falls upon another's eyes,
But it matters not to me anymore.

This place is my home,
Reality has no say here,
The pain and sorrows,
Are far from my home.

I am here with you and I feel bliss,
Happiness that exists in fairy tales,
I found between your palm and mine,
As I gripped it the way I wish I could.

None of this is real,
My eyes shall open,
And home will vanish,
And bliss will vanish.

I never wish to leave here,
Home has everything I need,
I can see it in your bright eyes,
Love I so wish you had for me.

It exists here! At home!
The world I built myself,
Worlds away from reality,
Which always burned me.

But the world will vanish,
Into the clouds from which,
I had created it so carefully,
I created it with my heart.

As I awake in the world,
Where reality clutches me,
The wounds bleed afresh,
The sorrows weigh as heavy.

As I breathe in the real world,
I feel the bliss long evaporated,
And replaced with a memory,
Which I forgot while at home.

I will never be fortunate to see,
The smile you had worn at home,
As reality bears down on my back,
I know you won't see me as I see you.