Where reality bends and memories twist, shadows follow even in light. This collection captures the claustrophobic corners of the mind... where the past lingers, haunting the present with its quiet, persistent grip.
I see those dates, All back again, A darkness of those tainted days, A time once nothing less, Than heaven embraced. I unsealed the box, I once taped unclaimed, Euphoria from a death unforeseen, As the memories gathered dust and stains. A gift from the past, A happiness misplaced, Held marks of my gamblings, A result of my greedy traits. For my ways through I killed, The dreams of my own and many, I stood as I held it, A box full of memories.
I’m tired of loving, Yet I’m scared to lose it, This love is haunting, Yet dazzles bright, Like a Christmas thing. I harboured these feelings, Like a single daffodil, Growing in an empty field, Yet the love hangs by a thread, Like ghosts of Christmas, Haunting Halloween.
Hopes like Cigars at night, Addictive whispers, Lost in the sight. To expect from hope, You lose at sight, Together it kills, Sins in light. Yet shadows linger, Haunting sights, It drowns one deep, Out of might. It leaves the soul In silent plight, Though keeps one alive, Out of spite. A cry of wills, The one denied Echoes in the silence, Where dreams have died, A memorial for the dead, A walking life, To expect from hope, You burn one alive.
I dream of a girl, With big black eyes, A face of terror, With an eerie smile. Her skin just sheds, As if she’s dead, Her long black hair, On her small pale head. She stares at me, With knives for nails, Her screams are quiet, And her silence wails. As she reaches for a cover, An attempt for every fail, Her eyes till dead, They twinkle again. As she knows she’s nearby, To a killer’s mail, She knocks my breath, To a distant way. She mocks the cracked life away, Her laughter now silent as she howls in pain, A pain that left her dreams array, The one that sent her hopes away. As she knows she’s near, To a desire she craves, But forgets it’s a dream And life isn’t far away. I awake from a dream, In cold sweat and bruised, As I remember the pain, And terror of a truth. A chokehold she clasps, On my thoughts and dreams, A grip that remained, A bruise felt and seen.
I watch the boy, As he sheds from his cover, His skin is black, Like rotten for days. Hips are blue, While his eyes bleed red, Like a corpse in a morgue, Unknown to his ways. He turns away from me, With blood-filled eyes, Like he might just weep, From the sorrow inside. His cover aside, Has a hollow smile, And his face shows nothing, But a perfect empty smile. He reflects in the mirror, To see what he’d like, A neat boy, loved by all, Who dreams from life. But pretence doesn’t last, And the mirror breaks, To reveal a boy, Who knows nothing but his name. He sees himself, The same way does death, A mockery of life, A mistaken human in a mankind. He sees no dream, He sees no desire, All he sees are marks of denial, On a boy who didn’t know, His dreams didn’t just ‘mean to survive’. It talked of a time of hopeful lights, That now ceases to exist, In a memorial of the dead, Who still couldn’t die.