#pain
Had Forgotten
Broken Pieces
(untitled)
If at the moment of conception our life becomes not our own.
What do we become, but the skin of another, whichs turns to waste.
copyright RW Erskine 2018
Ravenscraft Studios
Sufferings of Angels
HOMELESS, HELPLESS, HOPELESS The Mornings Had The Smell Of Blood,
The Nights Too Scary To Sleep.
Every Minute A Louder Thud,
Making Human Lives So Cheap.
No Place Seems Safe To Stay.
Not Even Inside Own Houses.
Helpless, Being Treated As Castaway. Rendering, A Land Of Dead Masses.
The Sun Does Not Rise Up There, Cause, There Reigns Darkness & Evil.
All We Can Do is Say Our Prayer.
And Long For The Land's Retrieval.
Cries Are Deafening Than The Explosions.
Yet Their Wailing Gets All The Shuns.
Cursed Is The Age, Where Compassion Diminishes.
Hence When Cradles Become Tombs, Humanity Perishes.
DNR
Let me die
Let me burn
Let me rest in pieces
As I close my eyes let me fade away into the darkness
Absence of feeling
Embraced in silence
Comfortable in loneliness
Bury me alive
PLEASE STOP THE RAIN
Demons spread, the darkening clouds
Releasing voices, instead of rain
Each drop, infusing my mind
To dilute my faith, before they reign
Please stop the rain Lord
Please stop all the rain
Please stop the pain Lord
Please stop all the pain
Like lightning strikes and thunder rolls
The dropping voices, permeate my brain
Until, the evil spawns spew their vile
And make me go insane
Please stop the rain Lord
Please stop all the rain
Please stop the pain Lord
Please stop all the pain
Gale winds drive those voices
Like the Devil’s blivet, pierce my vein
Boils the blood in my heart
Leaving nothing there, to drain
Please stop the rain Lord
Please stop all the rain
Please stop the pain Lord
Please stop all the pain
Now the voices have stop falling
And my pleas, end their refrain
Thus my soul has stopped its calling
As I burn here, in Hell’s domain
BOEMS by JA 711
Shattered on the Tile
His eyes
Feed the lies
They are filled with gloss
And loss
And I feel like they are staring at me
And I feel like they are staring at nothing
As his thoughts pour into the air
Silently
His face
Is covered in sweat
And regret
He falls to the floor
Once he can’t think anymore
And there are shattered pieces across the tile
Shattered pieces of hope
Shattered
Clattered
Minds
Sprawled across the ground
But no one makes a sound
It’s the violence
Of the reliance
That makes the brick
Break like a stick
A twig
His eyes
Open big
Then close
And in that moment
The rose
Dies
And all the lies
Lie with us
Before hitchhiking on a bus
To truth
And leaving us
Shattered
On the tile
What is Addiction?
What is addiction?
A small child calls out from the crowd
Her voice isn’t loud
But it breaks the silence
And someone replies and says
It’s the violence
Within our own minds
It’s the loss of sanity
Left behind
The gun with one bullet
Aimed at the head
That slips so slowly through the air
And doesn’t make a sound
As if it were underwater
It’s like when the pencil runs out of led
And the writer can’t get out of bed
Because they have nothing left
But just a hollow pencil
Just a hollow body
No mind
No words
Like a bird
That can’t fly
Because he spent his wings on the temporary high
But, above all these things
Addiction is a sickness
That makes you feel total bliss
But only for a minute
Because after it leaves the body
It leaves you feeling spotty
Because you can’t remember a thing
And you know nothing but the feeling
Of your mind peeling away
And falling into the ocean
Losing motion
Of the land
Because your hand is shaking
And every breathe you are taking
Feels like your last
Until you feed the addiction
With your need for a substance
To take you away
From the pain you feel every single day
His Innocence
My heart
Held by a viscrp
The tears that ran down his face
Cut against the vein
His years
So pure and whole
Never to stay; adolescence
For the Reaper loves his pain
This life
Stinging sorrow
The value of a silverlining cloud
Learn to love the rain