POETRY by ANDHU
Descent | Demon's Gold | Blunt | Breathe |Colours | Venom (untitled)
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She smiles |
Rogue
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Answer's Cold
|Bleeding
| Pink
Guillotine
|A Fallen Candle
| Layers Weak
Once it was
whole and alive, a part of you now gone
Time wears down the burn that is a part of the all
Sunsets come to all too soon for some - you're one
A web of cracks crumbling a pillar of your whole
Sadness inflicts the emptiness of your thoughts
Lying alone eyes wander to the whispered dare
Heeding to the hushed chant, descend into the core of void
Arise to the shock of cold and the curtains of a fresh night.
Don't you notice the warmth of the stars when it's cold?
Why let the warmth that left you long ago haunt you now?
Twilight is a reflection of your soul; are the nights that cold?
Questions you pour on yourself, and you keep your answers afar
Why feed on your despair when reflections still churn inside?
Rage it burns to those oblivious to the ones that hide
Don't you wonder why let it linger still hidden inside?
A facet so flawed on the bauble of your hope..
He loves the grip; he loves the hold
He can't forget the Demon's gold
Taste the hurt and then cave in
Nothing beats Demon's gold
Name your demon, name your god
It doesn't matter who you are
Once you feel the metallic grip
You'll never forget Demon's gold
Taste the warmth and feel the wrath
The Demon is here to stay
Gone too far back for exorcism
Death is now the only way
Spinning, reeling, losing ground
Feeling all numb within
Gain 'release' but lose your soul
Demon's gold leaves you cold
*******
Blunt
The heart is yours, the soul is hers
The eyes belong to him
Feelings burning, dark and crawling
Churning still within
Expel the fear, burn the shame
For pain burns still the brightest
Things are blurred - must be rage
It makes the hurt get highest
End the reign of bitterness
Stop the agony
The answer lies in the blade
What bitter, bitter irony
Floating higher, closer to the
surface
Clutch of breathlessness growing tighter
Stars and spots burst and fall
Beneath the coldest waters calm
Lingering aftertaste of warm milk
Sipped once in delightful warmth
Fingers dig in closer to cold reality
Closer we reach the surface of cold waters
Still the warmth of mind remains alive
Oblivious to cold shards of reality
Burning, fighting; supremacy to one attained
Yet embers disallow the grip to crush
Flashing, sparkling, fond and gay
All tastes of bitterness fade away.not quite
How the spark once became strong flame
Can dying, half-dead embers do the same?
Heaving chest now derived of fuel
Burning corridors yearn for relief
Trace the sunlight so dimmed by cold depth
Pressure departing; constriction defunct
Break the surface and taste warm air
Relieve your mind of astringent weight
Blue skies are clear to incredulous eyes
Feverishly accepting their first sunshine
I see colours, not all are bright
All are beautiful and all bring warmth
To corridors that may forget
Tints surreal yet part of all
Essential to the depth of every soul
I see colours and many hues
So very strange yet so true
Relevance to locks unopened
Spreading life to life again
Reincarnating dead warmth within
Snap my spine, suck the marrow
Today's gold is tomorrow's sorrow
Crack my skull, spill my brains
Venom pumps now in my veins
Shades of red keep getting darker
What you say no longer matters
Burning embers of undying flames
The spark once lighted never to die
Whirlwind of images spinning, turning
To spread my wings, to fly
Infinite joy, endless and deep
Pulses, thoughts ever growing high
Shimmering pools so black, so brown, so deep
To feel moist eyes but not to cry
Restless heart unlike my tranquil soul
It's finally at peace now, gently laid down
Gently quivering, black and brown - a deep swirl
The warm touch of the sun's rays
The golden feel of warmth, against I curl
The reflections of my emotions
Lie in your eyes, your windows to your soul
There's a time, when the
warmth is here to stay
Rising up through a chimney without smoke
Billowing sands of gold grow from the flame
Drifting up, into fields of greener grass
That's the time when the sun is put to shame
The windows creep up behind the light
Glass shimmers to the purple of centuries
Black silk flows down in rivers short and broad
The warm earth heaves a weary sigh
Shadows dispelled through dripping honey gold
The warm air flows beneath my soles
Windows open into the black that steams from brown
Tears are nigh, as the fountain empties into my soul
Sorrow stands, there's no place for wanton bittersweet
Flutter of mellow softness flowing down the creek
There's a light when the warmth has reached its peak
Washing breeze, gently cleanses twilight of all the dark
Crimson rain plays on the softest petals of pink
The tear is caught just before it flows
Shines the light that came from the burning stars above
There's no time for the pulse to seep into coolness
There's little use to stand on liquid legs
The warmth against my cheeks brings no shame
Reflections of my heart live only in her smile
Tired, lonely and
unwanted sits the child,
On stone floors cool and hard as stone.
Darker grows the young one's thoughts,
The evil in him is already fully-grown.
The reek of wanton malice growing, hangs,
Indeed, a black aura shrouding its newborn.
Lips of rose and eyes of whitest marble,
Inside lies a heart from emotions torn.
A tragic beauty surrounds the dark cherub,
Save your sadness, for evil you should scorn.
A brief flash of lightness, a change of heart,
To be released, to maybe return.
Lightning rips through deeply blackened skies,
Eclipse reaching full, the evil now reborn.
Answer's Cold
He takes another wound and bears it in silence
He shall take so many more, so much pain to come
The freshest wound is clotting before it bleeds
Sleight of Hand of no use to a broken soul
Charred once, charred countless times - it's all the same
His black wings are already spread as he tries to hold back
The wounds are far too many; his body is giving way
Determination hollow now - the mind has said its last
(The tears are cold before they're shed
The answer was there all along
He has passed the age of being proud
Now the answer's whispering in his ears - the words are ice)
She bears another child and keeps her silence
She knows what she wants - it is far from rainy nights
Alone most of the time, eyeing the shelf
She longs for the door and lives on self-indulgence
Some nights the beast licks the bleed and leaves her soul behind
The days she sees through swollen eyes
Through them appeals the shiny glint of void; the door appeals
The beast is back and reeks of drink - he moves in
(The blood is lukewarm on his tongue
The answer lay loaded all the time
Life is rough and painful between her ears
The answer runs a finger along her back - fingers of frost)
The child cringes because she knows the truth
She sees the closet door close and hears the laughs
She can't turn to the one who she needs the most
Her lips are swollen, her ears do rings - her head, it hurts
Her small frame shudders as she lies on her bed
The closet door is open now, goblins awake
Midnight prayers, they don't stop the breach of innocence
Her father's cold and hard tonight - he takes medicine
(It hurts mostly in her fragile head
The answer is always underneath her bed
The bogeyman stands and chatters aloud
The answer seeps into her sheets - freezing touch)
Life is cruel and life is hard on you - once you know the truth
Tears are cold and blood is always warm, sunlight is black
Moonbeams eat away at the pulse of night
Dreams are sandstorms plowing through finer dunes
Hopes are blizzards crashing through the hardest ice
Happiness comes with the looming thoughts that cloak your eyes
Smiles are nothing without the shine of eyes - the flash of nothingness
Freezing blood through contracting veins - the answer is short
(We are lost without the warmth - burn all your hopes
The answer is always looming in your head
Unbutton reality; tease abstract infinity
The answer you touch and realize - it's always cold)
BLEEDING ON THE FLOOR
Shed on hate and shed on craze,
Shed as red as demon's rage.
From warmth and cold glow of red mist,
Flows ebbing essence of dying gist.
Fading sight and fading thoughts,
Failing strength of pumping core.
Falling free of weighing reason,
Rushing gale of empty nothing.
Flashing images of burning notions,
Numbness creeps through hollow veins.
Raspy clutch of bony claws,
Tightens around the dimming throb.
Starburst, explosion of raw light,
Gripping talons of pure anguish.
Burst of cold; pulse of icy sensation,
Hurtling into living lifelessness.
Labored throbs through heavy veins,
Loss recovered through elixir's gains.
Waking, taking heavy breaths,
Cutting into lungs like icy shards.
Burning sears of ravaged flesh,
Thins the fog that cloaks the mind.
Blurred sight match blurred thoughts,
Clarity comes with price of pain.
The pool is thick; the pool is red,
The pool grows with every beat.
The pain is set deep in flesh,
As are burning wounds still afresh.
The attempt has failed with heavy price,
The Scythe has skipped this self-infliction
A lighter shade of red
Just a dying stain of blood
It draws closer without a sound
A bare scrape of resonance
Sunny days and springtime
Deafen ears to crooked truths
Time is lost for empty vows
When deceit rules the day
Violence pumps the heart tonight
It lied and in turn betrayed
Swiftly the sentence is applied
The aorta to be severed
A FALLEN CANDLE
Flicker, flicker candlelight
Softly chirps the midnight fowl
A moan of peace or of release
Iron holds forged from woe
Drop the candle, drop the flame
Again, again, hold no shame
Forget the sunlight, forget the stars
Fleeting, burning, burned down far
Promises upon a shooting star
The tears of heaven burning bright
Dare to blink, the flash is gone
Afterimage sears the mind
Trails of wax line burned out skin,
A surge of liquid warmth within
Cold and bitter once it's gone
Such is the bearer's faltered hand
Fevered trembling at first it seems
The flutter of black pinions reveals
Darker truth of a fickle heart span
The raven cries out because it can
LAYERS WEAK
Kill him, yes the fallen fool
Smoke him out with the magic smoke
As he lies there grounded in the dirt
Too weak to breathe - what a joke!
It burns, it burns! It rushes in!
Uncoiling grey fingers reaching in
Secret places to heart untold
Raking black nails ravaging
Laughter bubbles, night unheld
Moral decay, the breath of Satan
Scars upon scars upon the flash of wild teeth
Tarnished now, sorrows raging
This heart-blood is free, abuse it please!
Yes! Must refresh this anger's peak
Fallible, useless, and tarnished deep
Must shave off these layers weak
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