As the rain pours down, across the darkened night sky,
Violent, dark, Â raging streams of cold water,
Running across my foggy decrepit vision.
My soul; a dark and morbidly twisted thing,
A gaping hole in my being.
Death’s cruel, frozen grasp,
Won’t let me turn back,
From disgusting Fate’s long, twisted, bloody hands.
My friend is Hate,
Her silky black hair,
Shading brooding, black eyes.
My heart screams out in the painful,
Â Agonizing, soul shattering cries,
Of the shadow bound Sorrow’s
I fall to my knees,
Cold water streaming across my pale skin,
As its takes on the color of crimson blood.
Shaking I scream out to the heavens,
Before Fear holds me in his quieting,
Then Grief holds me,
Her cold, corpse-like body,
Like ice against my trembling skin.
Her numbing embrace,
As soothing as Fear’s glare,
She holds the cold knife of Guilt close to my throat,
A deadly reminder of my sins.
Visions run wildly,
Each one striking a sharp, painful blow
To my pounding temples.
My dead, blind eyes close,
Memories, sensations, loved ones faces,
Passing before my mind’s eye,
In a blur of color and sound.
A birthday, a party, first high school dance,
All flash by in a second that feels like an hour.
Grief runs thickly in my veins,
Pictures of my mother,
My father, cousins, uncles,
Aunts, lovers, victims of my pain,
Flying past my vision, words, sounds, a blurring swirl.
I hear a shriek, a painful agonizing cry,
My eyes fly open, only to realize the inhuman noise,
Echoes from my own gaping mouth.
Another shriek followed and another,
AÂ never-ending ballad of pain.
I see Forgiveness and Love,
Sanding on the horizon,
Turn away for the scene of torture,
Painted by these repugnant emotions
Grief’s grip tightens around the hilt of the blade,
My breathing slows, as the cool metal of Guilt’s blade,
Draws a bright crimson lineÂ across my throat.
I watch the world through the dead’s eyes,
All the beauty, the colors, fading,
Draining from the dimming landscape.
Forgiveness shades his eyes with crimson bangs,
While Love gasps and cries out Despairs name in agony,
Â Her silken dress blowing lightly in a death tainted breeze.
My eyes glaze over,
A foggy shroud, used to hide one from the world.
Fear’s eyes become downcast,
Â As the despised emotions flee the scene.
Darkness, surrounded by red petals,
A body lying face down in a pool of regret,
Painful cries of loved ones,
Gaping mouths, red tinted tears,
Deaths favorite movie, book, and painting.
His laughter echoes through the scene,
And the minds of the loved ones.
The screams and cries rings through the heavens,
While Death, the cruel dictator of our own despicable lives,
Fate, Wrapped tightly in her shroud of darkness,
Â Hate, her hair blowing in torrents around her,
Â Sorrow, the bloody tears rolling down her eyeless pale skin,
Â Fear, staring with his hypnotic, soulless, blue eyes,
Grief, with her pale luminescent cold skin,
Guilt, with his cold stinging blade,
They all stand solemnly in the shadows,
As the weight of another lost soul hangs heavily in their,
Cold, dead, hopelessly twisted minds.