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.
A walk along this graveyard path Causes reflection to old times When life was full of light, no wr… When people used to look on high Corrupt ambitions tied the noose
Granted such a simple choice But with no courage to voice I fall short of adhering To this ultimate calling How can there be any hope
So I’ve decided to have a separate page for the “extended version” of the Masquerade Ball concept series and just update the list when I’ve written/posted a new poem that fits into that...
The seventh era passed Extinction will not last It’s only a matter of time Before the faithful truly rise I’ve reached out in my time of nee…
I’ve tried to find The answers to this life Try as I might I will never realize... This is not my home
Here comes the filthy horde Plotting to tear away All of the weak heart’s cords As you just kneel in dismay Don’t let go
This skin just feels so wrong Is this what I was made to be? Artificial There’s no way it belongs If it doesn’t bleed then it must b…
I see them all Tending to work that will keep the… I watch them fall Stumbling as they try to stand and… Attempting prosperity
Easily flattered You let it all flow in Becoming host to false love It will be shattered Once you have fallen in
The Asylum concept series is finished. It’s taken some time, but it’s done. This series has been an interesting one. It addresses the many “insanities” of this world and its people, cul...
Abode Of Death Best Of The Flock Marked Fallen Star Faking Death
One more day And what do you have to say? Everything around you Everyone you see Are you never pleased?
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…
What happens when the world ends And we still aren’t the best of fr… I never had one like you before I’m sorry, but I can’t feel it an… We are not the same
Every waking minute A struggle to catch our breath To escape death We fight to the finish With faith and hope that we will r…