PIGMENTS OF THE SOUL… a poem

I bathe the canvas with heartfelt tears

Colors of dreams born of fears

Heavy, heavy the burden lies

Across the land – across the skies

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Fields of lilies dance in the wind

NO!  Beckon me back with prickly skin

Enhance my vision allow me to see

Brush strokes of what my life could be

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Escape in the art of these fingertips

Lashes upon lashes from evil whips

Screams of passion on the medium pour

Pigments of this soul – settle a score

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Never the light of day will it see

A masterpiece?  It wasn’t meant to be

Mortality of a man who knows

The drapery falls to hide my woes

AZRAEL… a dark poem

Graveyard, Cemetery, Death, Grave, Funeral, Tomb
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Woe, to the eyes that saw me

In the lackluster, deluge

Of yesterday’s dream.

What sayeth thee?

Ye of night vision

And chilled, blackened stares?

Are thee an owl?

Perched high above

And watching for human pray?

Whilst the stars witness

You prowl within the mind

Wreaking havoc upon those

Unwitting, and unwilling souls.

You are the embodiment of screams.

Nightmare flees when

You infest the scene.

You are terror incarnate – Azrael.