Death walks beside us all. Death is our lover. Our mistress. Our brother. Our hope.
When all the pain of life weighs heavy on our decaying form, death lifts us from the pain. Death is a gift.
Death’s finality makes the minutes of life that much sweeter. The knowledge that this ends is both bittersweet and hopeful.
Death is the final refuge, the last doorway we take. And whatever your beliefs are, the last step in this life to the unknown beyond.
been broken
been battered
but I keep going
keep going
…keep going
but going to what?
what future?
no one to walk this dark road with
nothing waiting for me at the end but a grave and a smile
living for the moment but the moment is faded
nothing holding me here
nothing to tether
my jobs been done, my purpose served
now just an endless litany of lonely days and nights
hustling to fill up the time
until my too healthy body fails me
they say the end is near
but is it ever near enough
negotiated my sentence and got a reprieve
bought and sold but little left to make it worth the time
come nearer to me, oh beautiful death!
kiss me, love me, you’re my last chance.
His soul whistled through the sleeping trees, their branches heavy. Ice and snow and things best unseen weighed heavy on these silent sentinels.
His soul screamed, and cried, and bled.
And the white oak creaked, heavy
The wind and the cold piling snow
Where down below, in the crooked roots
Snow landed, covering sins. Soft snow landing on his pale face. Mouth locked in silent screams. Eyes, sightless, frozen and cloudy. Disappearing until spring thaw.
The figure, wrapped and bundled, watches the feather lite touch of the world. Watches it cover the boy. Listens to the screams, the cries. Listens as the soul joins the forest. Hundreds of trees, with companions all, until the coming spring.
Beauty incarnate slash my heart
frozen blade
swift smile
in shallow pool of frost and blood
Sharp and tender
spill me out
Push it home
I’m tired of this slowly ending
Thrust it home
Numb the better feeling
Exhale crystals stained dark
Let it end
This drawn out damnation
I love the broken way you hold yourself
The shadows on your tongue
your tattered innocence peaking through your tilted smile
Your eyes flashing green when you’re happy and grey when you’re mad. My stormcloud. The soft sound of your voice.
My memories come sharp and clear. And I’m not sure how many more years I can endure without you.
I wrote this song for you. I wrote it awhile ago. But I can’t bring myself to sing it. As if singing it would drive the point home.
She’s smiling and I’m laughing
She’s sleeping and I’m watching
She’s incandescent and I’m night
It’s all in my rear view
And I can’t fight the fight
Each day that passes and I’m further away from you
I’m losing those moments, those minutes, those days.
Each time I wake, I walk farther away
Each time I sleep, I remember.
It wasn’t the loss that I could not endure
It’s this litany of days and hours without you
She’s dancing and I’m clapping
She’s yelling and I’m screaming
She’s cold and I’m colder
It’s all in my rear view
And I’m another year older
Each day that passes and I’m further away from you
I’m losing those moments, those minutes, those days
Each time I wake, I walk farther away
Each time I sleep, I remember
It wasn’t the loss that I could not endure
It’s this litany of day and hours without you
She’s going and I’m watching
She’s bleeding and I’m sleeping
She’s dying
Each day that passes and I’m further away from you
I’m losing those moments, those minutes, those days
Each time I wake, I walk farther away
Each time I sleep, I remember
Doesn’t seem like much, does it. And it’s not real. I remember you. each minute, each touch, each laugh. I remember. Sometimes, to endure, I tell myself that I don’t remember. But like all lies, the truth will shine through. And when it does its like losing you again. I cry and cry and nothing makes the pain ebb. sometimes I am happy and I’ll turn or think to tell you about something then it comes crashing back down. the days like this are getting further apart and I’m not sure that I can endure losing you in my memories as well.
There are many days where I want nothing more than to be in a starkly beautiful place, watching the sunrise, as I quietly fade and die.
Pelgris 