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~A Beach Town Haunting~

There’s a place where the lights glow

That eerie red hue

Where the dead souls walk freely

In the cold, dark streets

Their faces frozen with torture

Their eyes sullen deep with pain

It’s a beach town haunting

Of the days of summer long past

Now only horror lives here

It’s a shell of what use to be

The church tower cries out a sorrowful tune

Letting the troubled souls know

It’ll be nightfall very soon

They wander one by one to the old church for shelter

It’s not safe outside

For when the night comes

The reaper needs to dine

~A Love As Cold As Ice~

A love as cold as ice

It chills you to your core

It leaves your heart bruised

And always wanting more

A love as cold as ice

It will bring you to your knees

Break you down and make you cry

Leave you hanging in the breeze

A love as cold as ice

Pain and torture fill your soul

The thorns bite and tear your flesh

Fighting only makes it worse

A love as cold as ice

Pale, blue veins run deep

Once you pick open the scars

They begin to slowly weep

Tossing and turning

Through another sleepless night

The ghosts of what happened

and the demons of what could be

Taunting away at me

Stalking my mind

Through veils of insecurities

Charming my thoughts

with infatuation and beauty

Only to cut me down, in my own misguided reality

I dance to their beat and sing their songs

Maybe it’s here where i really belong

Alone with myself with nothing to repent

Clawing away at my cell and not a moment well spent

How did I get here ?

This perpetual maze of torment

Around every corner, i find

Another reason to resent

I’ve been alright, I’ll be okay.

With every night comes a bright new day.

But need there be such malice to face,

All in the hope of a better time and a better place.

To the Gods who may hear me, I pray to you.

Paint gold my walls and help me push through.

Tossing and turning, through another sleepless night,

And in those lovely withering moments

my ears were still sugarcoated,

with falling honey in droplets

adding to a pool that never ended.

I was drowning and you knew it,

you moved not one finger to change

only one thing kept moving,

that skilled little tongue.

I was aware

of the damage

but I kept listening

Brushing over the layers of knickknacks

before excavation of the too long

too stuffed junk drawer

in a final attempt to locate

a pen or two

I found myself rediscovering

things that had too long been covered

by my forgetfulness

Things of every kind and nature

saved for rainy days

or for reasons I’d fortgotten

so many little things unused

But out of this I cherish my carelessness

how it saved all your notes

in that crowed bin

I hope none were thrown out,

thank God I lost a pen or two,

I now store your letters