Mysterious Shadow
                                                           
                       Warmth filled my timorous body
                                        Something deeply touched me
                                     It felt inexplicably wonderful
                                              If only I knew what triggered this..
                                              This sudden relapse from sorrow
                                              Sadness transmuting into pleasure


                                    Suddenly, the pleasure waned
                                      The imaginary sense of bliss
                                          Became corroded by an unwanted malaise
                                            I felt like retching with disgust...
                                       What had happened to me??
                                                                             
                                                I couldn't remember anymore...
                                                     Everything was too dark
                                                    Trying to confront it
                                                            Sent searing pain
                                                    All throughout me
                                                                                             
                                                Eventually, this dark memory
                                                   Became unfathomable,unrecognizable
                                                           Once it devoured me
                                                       Maybe I was living within its shadow
                                                     Completely unaware of how to
                                                    Untangle myself from its snare
                                               Perhaps, its always been there..
                                                                                             
                                                                                                 
                                                                                   

Death’s Passion

Innumerable bodies
Flayed, Desiccated, and Violated
Floating gracefully
Down the River
Whispered in the depths
Of the Cold, fast-paced
Waters of this Somber River

The waves are death’s snare
Taking those in misery captive
Without forewarning, the arms of the river
Grabbed ahold of their corpse-like body and
Dragged their sorrow
Along the pebbled sand
Would they ever awaken from their mournful slumber?

As I stared into the mired
Reflection held within this pool of tears
I felt enthralled with the corpses
They were unmoving, uncaring
Unlike me, they’ve found what
I’ve been scouring the dry world for
Everlasting peace

Where was the one that anchored me to this world?
Could anyone keep me adrift?
Sometimes, I wanted to just drift, but not sink into
The Unknowable fathoms below
Would I be splayed out like the Lady of Shallot?
Thoughtlessly floating towards
The ocean of unfathomable death

Once there, would I finally succumb to the
Pressure of gravity
Seeking my demise
Who would hold me in this fateful hour,
Lift my weighty corpse
And Baptize me
In their name

Grabbing hold of my vial of hemlock,
I drank the satisfying elixir of death
Then, I dramatically uprooted
Myself from the shores of the Earth
While taking the long dive into Hades,
My delusional mind envisaged
An unrealistic lover

Disoriented, their imaginary touch
Became palpable
Allaying the dread of my end
My heart thundered with passion
Exalting in this last moment of life
Offered by the Gods

I felt great anticipation for my climax
Eventually, my life will be obliterated
Once all these augmented feelings
Taper away
With my last satisfied gasp
Will I even remember all of this?


Pleasure inundated my mind
As blackness overfilled my periphery
I sighed one last time
The world ended seriously
With this one curious question
Was this all real…..?

        The Dark Night of the Soul

                      A troubling thought

                                          What has been wrought?

                                             By the converging waves

                                          Of icy waters entering caves

                                         Which are my solitary abode

                                          Within the cave, one cry

                                           Fills the darkened sky

                                              Death feints

                                                Whilst I paint

                                             Upon the blackened walls of my design

                                     The tempest from outside

                                        Forces me to hide

                                       Deeper within this cavern

                                      Sealing away my concern

                                         Who dares disturb this sacred peace?

                                         Red is the pigment of paint

                                           Used to depict the saints                                                                          

                                             Figments of my imagination

                                                A touch of consolation

                                        Arraying themselves against my dark soul

                                    The reckless violence floods my mind

                                      I fear madness of this kind

                                      A darkened shape drifts

                                     Through the waves that just swift

                                    Past my once dry home

                          Falling deep within the water

                          Was like losing a father

                           The sea suddenly seeps

                             Over me, can I sleep?

                              Is the shadow still here?

                          That shadowy figure

                          Why does it just get bigger?

                           It becomes elongated

                            As though I were fated

                            To be destroyed once more

                         

                             Pushing me further under the water

                              Committing spiritual murder

                              Are the saints still watching?

                              Do they not see me dying?

                                  Or crying?

                                My lips are pressed against theirs

                                 Where are my heirs?

                                 I am being tortured into love

                                 Without any rescue from above

                                 A desperate prayer escapes my heathen lips

                              Suddenly the figure dissipates

                               Was this part of fate?

                                To become tainted

                                Can this pain be painted

                             Into something recoverable?

                            An albatross hangs from my neck

                            Weighing me down like heck

                             The water washes out

                             Leaving me with deep doubt

                             Where can I go from here?

                            The cave swallows me up

                          Darkness fills this bottomless cup

                              This disillusioning cave

                              I have a need to bathe

                              My sins feel impermeable

                     

                      A single thread of thought       

                             Seems to become caught

                       Within my mind

                        What can I find?

                              Did I even sin?

                               How can I be slain

                            And feeling nothing but burning pain 

                                   Incessant sorrow

                        Where the illusion is there's no tomorrow

                           Are there "people" outside?

                              In some former life, I loved God

                               Now, I just nod

                                 Because I know he's gone

                                 He's never been here for very long

                                  What is this paradox you call a God?

                                  I'm still here, breathing

                                    Painfully heaving

                                    For one calm breath

                                      Within the living death

                                     Of the cave

                                     Is Hades here?

                                     Does he dwell near?

                                     No, he's as lifeless as me

                                     He forgot the notion of "how to be"

                                     I am Hades, separated from the living

                                      There was music, how elusive

                                            How is music conducive

                                         To living passively 

                                         In a cave that massively

                                    Lacks the timbre of Orpheus' soulful music

                                Life was swept away long ago

                                  By a dastardly foe

                                 I was snared and tortured

                                  My heart, it was skewered

                                   No one believed my pain

                                I caved myself in

                                  Lying in sin

                                Is it even mine?

                               I don't feel fine

                          The stench of sin is so overpowering

                                Can my heart be salvaged

                               From this body, so ravaged

                                Will the shadow stop haunting me?

                                    Is this how it is supposed to be?

                              Trapped within a cave of my own making

                                     With my red paint

                                      I paint one more saint

                                       Across the lonely walls

                                        Where every saint normally falls

                                          Within the cave's oppressive darkness

                                       Can I ever live again?

                                 Or do I just stay within this den

                                      Till I completely blend

                                   Into the shadows filling every bend

                                  Of this God-forsaken cave

                                          

      

                                         

Witches Amongst Us



I knew a witch

With chocolate hair

Hair emblazoned with sin

She was like a great clump of dirt

Who had the face of  a flower

That mesmerized her band of ardent followers

Devoted to her for eternity
I was once bewitched by her

Until I tasted her poison

Within the virtual world

She nestled herself

Creating a false persona

That obnoxiously aired grievances

About past enemies
Or the jarring sound

Of Chorused sneezes from others

Who sat nearby her holy throne

Surrounded by a sentry of large cats

One of whom was not a cat,

But a shadowy ninja

Who was her greatest devotee

She dreamt that she was invulnerable
Seemingly impenetrable

In a sense, she was a goddess

As massive, and dense as a chunk of marble

This was the view of her rank

Amongst those who have nothing

But unswerving adulation

For this spineless witch

Wearing the robes
Of one of the Greek Muses

Except, she hardly enlightened anyone
She spited people
Oh, she absolutely did
To the downtrodden, she opened her loving arms
Consumed their deepest pains,and
Regurgitated them to her flock of devotees                                        
  Every story of others was misconstrued
To cement her high rank
In the eyes of others

My eyes discern the truth
After, I tasted her poison,and
                               Sharply recognized the depth of her cruelty
                                While, her disciples believe her to be infallible, and

                               Her enemies to be traitorous bastards
                               I can still remember the sting of her betrayal

                                                             

                            Since that woeful day,

              It has been hard for me, and others to find healing

                         Because her type of cruelty excels in
                           The type of manipulative subtlety
               That makes you doubt the reality of her witchiness

                         Then, you wonder if other witches lurk
                             Waiting to utilize your burdens
                           As gold for their own personal profit