Graveyard

blitzkrieg downpour
come nights of the yore
with lacerated hearts
and mutilated souls

numb to the very core
lid is sealed so tight
kills every ray of light
silence forevermore

if you open up this door
and let the demons roar
this inundated hell
it's mortifying smell
is a doomsday gospel
nightmares underscore

Deathbed song

Voices in my head, tell me !
should I feel happy
or should I feel sad
Choices that I made, should they
make me feel good
or it's better left unsaid
now the shadows have arrived
and their eyes look deprived
diligent and quiet
killing every dot of light
strange apparitions
or a morbid dance of fate
take it any way you like
but to choose it's just too late

Dream...

I had a dream
of howling winds
and pouring clouds,
monstrous ocean
roaring loud
then I felt your
gentle touch
and the picture changed
entirely such
that a songbird sung
by a crystal stream

April...

tepid morning sunshine's dottin'
hazy spells of rains
fragrance of magnolia knockin'
sleepy window panes
Will you please ?
listen to the crying of dead leaves !
Will you please ?
turn around
or look beyond
and walk all over me !