NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 6

The Monster

The monster outside my door
Disfigured and maimed into
A wicked wretch I am mangled
Within a darker nightmare
Where the nightingale lays
Pinned perverted to an altered
Mind minding its manners
Into extraction of fear
Torturous even in dying
Unleashed bleeding across
Pages sick deranged far more
Than the monster outside

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 5

Demon Eyes

Her salvation inside demon eyes
Cast a slight toward devotion
Forever a hex upon her tears
Flowing freely into madness
Nocturnally devoid of her destination
Little by little we die asunder
Across her body’s spreading ash
Liberated from darker devotions
I could never commit to ink
Much like the death of self
Damned to be despised by
The dead and their unholy betrayers
Holding hostages among the moonlight
Of her salvation inside demon eyes

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 4

Closed Eyes

Close eyes to hearts above
Grief breaking the silence
Built up in the corners
Of minds and coffins
Waiting impatient for more
More than this fleeting immortality
Strapped to the back of music
Flowing devilishly silent
Through halls of upsets
Turning away the daylight
And moonlight alike in its
Madness eternal and infernally
Beautiful and delicate
Flitting about on music notes
Only it can pay witness of
While being most encouraging to
Closed eyes to hearts alone

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 3

Gloom

Across the morning gloom
I scream I scream
Hoping life might hear
My undying spell
Underpinning darkness
Beneath my heart and hearth
Skipping every beat I make
With my palms on mirrors
Unbreakable in the feelings
Discouraged where gloom is
Never quite enough to know
Where I stand as I gasp
Across the morning gloom

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 2

Ivy

Creep down the garden path
Rotting ivy does reach
Further trying to reclaim
A place in the sun
Survival once more
Despite the darkness
Engulfing its beauty
Leaving it to find
New ways, new paths
Yet it refuses
New reality’s claim
Unleashing new burdens
Instead of learning
Grow anew in beautiful dark
Creep down the garden path
Slow death march
Rotting ivy does make