This is the first poem of the new series. The title will be revealed after the last poem for the series is posted. I do this so that the readers can read the poems and piece together the concept of the series.
Can you hear the martyred voices? Does it make your blood curdle? All the screams and haunting noise… It starts at our burial Death creeps along the walls
It seems like years But in reality And it’s only been a week I had left on a journey To meet someone I never get to se…
A lifelong sentence will remain If one can never take the blame Even the devil knows his deeds Yet it’s innocence you plead I’ve seen your actions
Times are tough and now things hav… Things are different now and our t… But it doesn’t mean that we can’t… It could just be the start of some… All hope is not lost
I see them all Tending to work that will keep the… I watch them fall Stumbling as they try to stand and… Attempting prosperity
I take a moment to realize That the end is near and I... I feel a sense of loneliness But I can’t seem to find... That special someone You’ve chose…
Prepare to separate Fear must depart Take shelter in your cage And prove no heart Hardened
Fake rituals Performed by blind fools Cutting away at their dead flesh Their bleeding worthless Afraid to be judged
So far away and every day I wonder when the day will come When I could hold you close to me Help me endure this suffering I want to leave this place of trag…
We’ve crowned those who will be ou… Giving them power to rule us all This is not what I came here for I searched for peace but then foun… Power hungry
I’ve recently been having trouble starting any new poems. I’ve also been having trouble finding things to write about. With this difficulty going on, I’ve contemplated on just not writ...
A plan set in motion thousands of… When all of time stood still and l… It took quite some time to unfold… Now that the plan’s complete, we’l… I know that once we have left, the…
I felt the demons around me I felt them, I knew they were the… They loved seeing my spirit bleed Pierced by the presence of despair
The sickness Ever prevalent Resistance, a dying constant In your ailing Please wait for me
Finding my way around a resistant… Now closing this chapter of the bl… But falling short of the red notes Pull me back from the trap of the… Carve the bloody anchor of faith i…