# addiction # disapointement # life # heart # truth # suffering # death # sadness # pain # weak # story # happiness # empty

Where the Worms Feed

I am dead,

I am decayed,

I am rotting,

I am inflamed,


I am withering

into dust,

I am falling into

the abyss


Buried in the dirt,

sealed in the tomb,


Locked away in the crypt,

where the light is never present


Where the worms feed on the cadaver

removing any trace of life that used to be

Where is my Executioner?

My face of pain;

my face of regret


Everyday a stain

on my life


Just want to die;

but can't


Forced to endure

my sentence


Which has been delayed


Just want to hang;

in front of  a crowd


But no;

they wish to put it off




The Dragon

A whole corpse

littered in wounds,

scars populate the once

beautiful form


Barely alive,

hanging by a thread,

a faint whisper 

from beyond keeps the system going


Only the enternity of death,

and the fears harbored in the mind,

keeps him from wanting to die,

by letting all the pieces fall to the ground


The cracks keep spreading wider and wider,

attempts at repair are made,

but eventually the foundation

will collapse; implosion is guaranteed to occur. 





She was trapped in a dark pit,
awaiting to find an escape.
Assassins many a try,
but one after another have fallen to her beauty.
Her beauty would be too much for them alone to stand.
That is where drugs were added.
She thought the drugs were an escape,
little did she know that was the cage that held her captive in the pit,
the pit of loneliness and despair.
She wanted more than anything, to be free.
Three attempts at freedom.
Six gone, forever, never to be seen again.
Her family cries,
her assassins hide,
she rests
as her soul is forever

The Cross with no name


Stands alone a woodern, grieving,  cross. Anonymous!


Stunning, exquisite and haven like view was bequest to you.

The polt was chosen with love.

You lay in wait for a familiar face.


No flowers are put

No card is written.

No reef for you is bought.


Severity of a treasured lost is evident to see.

It weeps of serious sow and disheartened dispair.

The unmarked cross is amongst the other infant angels.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

To my nephew Bobby & Anonymous

Who went to live with the Angels at the tender age of 4 months.

Anonymous cross lays close by him.  You will never be forgotten.

Love you both x x 






ਮਰਨ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਅਦ ਰੱਬ ਨੂੰ
ਕਿ ਮੂੰਹ ਦਿਖਾਇਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਕਿੰਝ ਪਾਪ ਛੁਪਾਏਗਾ
 ਕਿੰਝ ਫਤਿਹ ਬੁਲਾਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਕਿਹੜੇ ਬਹਾਨੇ ਬਣਾਏਗਾ
ਕਿਹੜੀਆਂ ਚਤੁਰਾਈਆਂ ਦਿਖਾਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਸੱਚ ਕਵਾ ਤਦ ਬਹੁਤ ਰੋਏਗਾ
ਤਦ ਬਹੁਤ ਪਛੁਤਾਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਤਦ ਬਹੁਤ ਦੇਰ ਹੋ ਜਾਏਗੀ
ਜਮਾਂ ਦੀ ਮਾਰ ਖਾਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਬਹੁਤ ਸਜਾਵਾਂ ਮਿਲਣਗੀਆਂ
ਨਾਮ ਤੋਂ ਬਿਨਾ ਪਛੁਤਾਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਤੇਰਾ ਦੁੱਖ ਤਦ ਕਿਸੇ ਨੇ ਨੀ ਵੰਡਣਾ
ਕਲਾ ਹੀ ਸਜ਼ਾਵਾਂ ਭੁਗ਼ਤਾਂਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 

ਨਾਮ ਤੋਂ ਬਿਨਾ ਪਛੁਤਾਏਗਾ

ਪਛੁਤਾਂਦਾ ਹੀ ਰਹਿ ਜਾਏਗਾ ਤੂੰ 


Violet Sunrise

The screams of silence overhead,

In all of my dreams, you're still here.

But in all reality, we were not the same.

What you thought was work, I though of as a game.

Take me as I am, my lord.

You tragically went overboard. 


The rain pattering on the tin roof, reminds me of a song.

Late nights we'd share stories, have fun then we'd sing along. 

I don't remember exactly how it went, you knew it just the same.

We made it all up as we went along, sounding bad with no shame.


The screams of silence overhead,

Floating around, drifting dead.

In my dreams, you're still here,

A young man born without a fear.

Its been weeks, months years,

Thoughts trigger the falling tears.

I'm grateful for your memory,

The memories of you and me. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About someone i knew who died

No Goodbyes

It was that wicked drug,

Not some contagious bug,

That caused a goodbye without a hug.


We certainly cried when you died,

And our tears eventually just dried,

Because your potential to shine was denied.


Even though you are dead,

A fact that we all dread,

After knowing what life you have led,

And every battle that caused bloodshed,

We are confident for what is ahead.


Bare bones scraping the pavement, I am

Garther. The father of dysphoria, and the

Concrete warrior! Come a little closer to

The mist to commence the payback. My

Demons latched onto your soul to make

You pay what you owe, either it's a penn-

-y  or a dime, it's mines! This is a

Far cry from salvation, this is Lucy's salu-

-tation. So, would you rather make paym-

-ent or funeral arrangements? Please, do-

-n't endanger anyone else, I just want my

Wealth, but if death is a must then I shall

Hurt and burn the rest of you.