The Lowman

Lonliness is godliness
He sleeps with the dead
Cleanliness is false
Soiled, defiled, he's dead

He hates the world
What's more?
He hates himself
The Reaper's whore

A smell of sleep
Far too long nightmares
Earthen decay loved
He'll never know sleep

He longs for death
How can he?
He's a lowman
Dead already

The tomb's a friend
Ossuary a house
He wants it all
Never allowed

His friends are dead
What happened?
Often it was love
He was their end

Intentions are pathways
He's always led to hell
Redemption's a hope
Worlds away, he's in hell

He hates the world
What's more?
He dreams of death
To be no more.

------NOTE------
this poem coincides with the story of The Lowman's Watching which you can find at http://twistedwickedtales.blogspot.com

here we find the lowman in the cemetery, contemplating what he cannot have.

Ever Lonely

I know not where you'll go
Oh how that scares me
A lifetime of infinite lonely
I cannot let you ever go

The sun will die
And dusk will rise
The saddest day
No use for life

An ugly black hollow
You'll never get to know
I'll be all alone
Wanting forever to go

I will never see
The point permanently gone
A painful missing mystery
You shouldn't have to leave

The wind will blow
The cold will kill
The loneliest hour
No longer a will

This will be the worst part
Too much time to think
Of my broken heart
We"ll be too far apart

The rain will fall
The world will fade
The ugliest minute
No need to stall.

(Note: well, i think my poetic creativity died and went to hell in a hand basket but hey, maybe it will come back someday. I guess if you kind of put this to the tune of R.E.M's Half a World Away it will sound a bit better.)

Betrayal

What a horrid betrayal
How dare I think of it
Something younger
Something better
No, never, I can't
Why do I then?
I hate myself for thinking
Too much of the loss
More though I hate it
That I wish for more
Fool I've become
To want the loss
To disintegrate love
But how do I escape?
My mind damns you
But it ruins me more
You know not fear
You won't entertain it
Sadly I'll condemn you
Secretly wanting another
How the coveting kills
I can't bear the thought
But too gladly I do it
How terrible I am!

---Note---
well, this isn't about people, i'll give ya that much.

Far Away

Everything's so far away
Where do i go from here
You were my something
Everything i ever loved
Death is so cruel
No one there when i wake
I remember happier times
Always they lead to sadness
Why can't you just come back
Life is so cruel
I'll follow your lead
Death won't stall me
Now that there's nothing
With you i'll always go.

Routine

Here we are again
Always something to pity
Forlorn, dark, defeated
Damned to permanent repeat
To you I extend sympathies
To me you extend yours
We're dead, forgotten
The world moves on

Apathy replaced sanity
Filth murdered cleanly
Always the same thing
Shit, death, obligation
A love hate routine
Redundancy's our damning
Hell remembers us too well
Always a pity.

Cynicism

Perfection is a myth;
reality a foe.
What's to come of life
when everything's dead?
Cynicism's the religion;
miracles a falsity.
Where do we rest?
In a hole of impermanent dust!
Memories are god
until they're proven mortal
What can change finality?
The absolute presence of nothing.

Dellamorte

He sees the colour
Beautiful red
He longs so deeply
For the dead
Long days and nights
He sits to wait
So sweetly craving
Their lovely state
They come awake
Decaying gore
Pretty legends
The week before
He takes them all
Seductive death
He shoots away
Their second breath.

---note---
i had a hell of a writer's block going on. so this isn't fan-tas-diddly-astic but it's something. and to everyone out there, i do appreciate comments, they help me out, they really do. so if you have something to say, feel free.