The Waiting - To vishy wherever u are

The night cracked into a devious day
It split into a mourning morning
Light creaked through the dark
As if it forced itself to say
A bleak ray fell upon my face
I turned, eyes closed, a still array
My lips surged, and slowly gave away
Age yielded its cobwebs of gray
I stared into the unfamiliar light.

I was there all alone, standing tall,
Amidst a thousand corpses that I killed
Or wished I could kill,
They squirmed below my feet. I waited
I waited all alone for eternity to come.

I have lost you, I lost my reflection.
No mirrors threw my face ever again
My soul threw my shadow away.
I was there all alone. Bereft.

My skin split into a thousand scars
Scared, I smelt my soul decay.
As warm blood oozed out of my cold skin
Pale, bloodied, scared, and torn, I waited.
I waited all alone for eternity to come.

I have lost you, I lost my reflection.
No mirrors threw my face ever again
My soul threw my shadow away.
I was there all alone. Bereft.

Waiting for my lost eternity,
Needy, craving in gruel greed.
Upon my unforgiven sores,
Upon my heart, dead, cold.
Upon my seeding grief,
I waited. I waited alone.

Barrabas- A Reflection.

She lay still in his hands
Scars unhealed, slender, still
His rough hands embraced her fragile pod
His skin withheld her bereft pores
Her eyes closed, her arms fell
He saw her ghost let go.

Sand weaved time,
Time threw a desert upon his foot
As he clenched her slowly to the grave
A large dwelling for the shrunk mighty.
For whose fault was she dead?
Couldn’t it be some one instead?
For whose fault was she dead?
Mighty blood of the savior’s bread?
A greater sacrifice of a bleeding lamb
Do you have any mercy, Oh mighty whole?

The Kiss

As we press upon each other
Dwell in a broken kiss
A feel someone walk out from within
And mock at our fake glee

As stagnant tear drops swell
By the curve, upon the dry end, stands you.
I know love, and yet I know you well
My ears shrink to close; still I hear what you said
Words broken as your love, lies bent.

I only hear you plead, about your painful heart
But how then? Did it raise a savage?
That tore across the sweat upon my breast
To rip mine off my skin, and strangle
Skillfully indeed, that neither me nor you noticed.

Now when we entwine in this fake glee,
Laugh, cry, moan, groan and seek spotlessly.
Something is born of such void
That words don’t discuss nor express.

I stand there out of my own.
Stare at us in lost disgust.
I stand there out of my own
Eyes stilled, I see you grope over a corpse.