Letters Awry

Another glance back to another

Dance back to another

Chance back to the way it was

Eager for love

Also for life

Hoping that the beginning didn’t

Rear such a suffering distance

Together for once blunt

More is undone at the hunt

Now it’s become clear

In the eyes of fear

Looking within to outside

Younger days of now seem pastime

War of the soul

Angels and demons combine

Null at the brink and toll

Each drawn then shrunken behind

Yearning, feeling nauseous

Afraid of being looked down upon

Masking any and all promiscuous

Kicking away that devil’s spawn

Verifying what has been isn’t what is

Justifying who, what, when, where, why

Worrying something lies amiss

Moreover standing at the ready, sly

Never ending peace, angst, terror, bliss

Recording decisions and contradictions awry

Pitied, So Sorry

The shadows call

The devil’s choir summons

The whispers in his head

The constant pitying looks from the corners of their eyes

Sorry after sorry, apologies splayed

As if they mend broken hearts

As if they calm troubled souls

As if they tame the raging emotions

People think they can slip past on two-faced facades

Thinking he won’t see past their false comforting hold

Believing he won’t notice their imagined situations

Assuming he won’t realize their counterfeit sympathy

Wanting to please everyone is not an easy feat

Repenting seems much simpler

But it reaches a point

Where it all boils over icy

Where it all freezes over scorching

Where the dry rain no longer quenches hunger

Where common sense is questioned

Where societal norms are revealed under new light

Where common sense no longer seems right

Where something, just a little thing, snaps

Where insides jumble into a tangled mess

Where no change shows apparent outwardly

Preying off of self deceit and continuation of all he knows

Tilting from slight smiles to tortured silence

Laughing away people’s doubts

Internally searching and seeking and coming short of an answer

Time dulls the blade’s edge

Time weakens the claw’s pull

Time stifles the banshee’s wails

Time muddies memories unforgotten

But broken blades still cut

Soft clawing leaves marks

Whispered wails shrill eerily

And all the dirt and mud piled thick

Would not erase the lines of graffiti’d concrete underneath

The sane world he lived litters with altered comprehension

Satanic Waltz

Music trills at three-fourths tempo time

Pairs moves smoothly through routine

Stepping steady and strong with the song

Dancing along, partner at hand,

Ballroom at foot, wide and smooth

The notes and steps together held

Alike with the hands of dancers plenty

Aligned lovely a sight to behold

Waltzing so sweetly in partner’s strong arms

And then a sudden twist ensues, disrupting

Although they all carry on cue

And the course seems hitch-free

As the candid photos capture their movements

Seemingly beauteous and pure

But the sweet is combined with corrupted dark

Black magic sweeps down upon couples unwary

Drowning the brightness and blockading the light

Darkening the mood of party-goers aplenty

Dooming each pair as they circle and weave

Despite how well kept their steps remain

Around the floor, they waltz oblivious

Able in moment as to waltzing but naught else

As Satan seizes their minds, bodies, and souls

Aching and sore but uncertain to why

And again the darkness sweeps downwards

Evil death plagues each dancer’s eyes

Eating way their souls, gone

Evolving now swiftly, diminishing to ever less

Entering the hellhole reeking of stench and heat

Each foot deeper into the pulsating depth of the core

Nonstop falling into the boiling mass

Newt’s eye taken, dragon scale stolen

Nagging tongue cut in, spider webs tossed in

Never grow old nor live again

Not anything except an eternal existence

Given up souls and going to hell

Grasping the past as it’s gone for the wishes

Those that no genie or fallen star could ever grant

Turning in desperation to devilish fiends

Thinking naught of consequences come yet after

Satan’s deal closed, signed and done

Serving him through sand-less land,

Waterless seas, and tree-less canopies

Where searing pain starts amongst the heated storms

Burning Lucifer’s mark into flesh, tattooed with each step

Relief he brought rushes past before thine eyes

Realizing the truth and reality upon you

As ends now meet and reach

Rearing scalded at facts you overlooked

Ripped and shattered at the lusting want cheated

Moment of bliss, barely enjoyed

Brought from the wishes and desires engraved

In mass produced thoughts filling majority’s mind

Marketing well amongst meek and simple men

Who all seemed to think it through, only to be mauled

Servitude begins and never ends

Signed away a life after life

Which cannot even be considered living

A death worse than death itself

A satanic waltz of three-fourths time with Lucifer himself