Life is Short

Wonder now, in forest dark,
Devoid of life, of any spark;
It lulls, its calm bewitching hymn
Has brought to end many sure men

Hear the note, the marvelous tune
Forever never felt so soon
Reach out to touch what´s never there
See the beauty - stop and stare

Jet black tresses, lips tinted wine
Porcelane skin was never so fine,
Grasping hands of fragile power
Complete perfection, a delicate flower.

Lilting voice, yet strangely rich,
Hitting just the perfect pitch,
Haunting eyes, a deep blood hue
Hypnosis plays its illusions true

Lay down child, rest a while
The chill mirage whispers with a smile
Forget forever, where you came from
In frosty warmth your mind will numb

Brutal innocence takes its toll
Feel the pull within your soul
Dream on, it shant work to resist
The illusion that enver did exist

The silent lust deep in those eyes
Those hands grasping for your demise
Bewtiching beauty, those eyes so red...
Run child, run! She wants you dead.

THE GRINDING END

Deep into the silent night

Alone in her quivering fright,

Left forgotten,

Not even a face a mother could love.

Left in a wrong that became right,

Loving the hate with a deathly spite

All alone,

No way to run from whats already been done.

Left in her horible deformity

Silent refusal of conformity

What now?

Leave it all, just run, run, run...?

In wildest dreams she runs with the free

In waking she only dares to flee

They dont want her.

The grinding end has slowly begun.

EMPTY WORLDS

Life bleeding down

Life beating down

The muttered curse thats never leaving,

In the icy ground

Under earthen mound

A silent tear, forever grieving

My heart is bound,

To you, I've found,

Piece by piece my soul you're theiving.

Those arguments sound,

Like brews I've downed,

From witches lair in cauldron seething.

What goes comes 'round

My thoughts confound,

Broken feelings, barely breathing.

Felonies abound

All honesty drowned,

In empty worlds not even dreaming...

YOU OLD FART...

You think my writing sucks,

Don´t you?

It dripps of "I´m a novice"

Right through.

But I could give you worse,

Oooh yes.

But that would be a curse,

Not bless.

Why do I waste my time,

You ask?

I like to see it rhyme

You ass!!

I´m sorry I´m not smart

Like you

I´m not a sad old fartLike you....

I´m pissed off can´t you see?

It´s plain

Now could you try not to be

A pain?

Please?