#pain
love him
do you think he loves me?
that would require me to be lovable
past experiences indicate the probability is no
yet the past doesn’t mean the future owes us anything
so love him
i hate you
you force out the worst in me
i become deplorable when we meet
i’m abominable for stooping to a deadbeat
my words take the form of white heat
with everything i say aiming to deplete
you of your happiness and will to thrive
because you don’t deserve it is what i decide
you brought this on yourself the moment your vice ossified
poor you to have angered the lawfully evil war bride
i can handle your perversion no matter how unjustified
but touch those i hold dear and you will be crucified
because one who would harm an innocent would be
shall receive no mercy from me
i gave you power with my command key
you relished at my state of being unfree
you called me weak when in actuality
you are the very definition of cowardly
so congrats! you’ve won the prize
of being the only person i love to despise
for my most famed trait is kindness
which you will never witness in your point of view
due to my vow of a shamelessly wicked attitude
you’re a lucrative lesson i must get through
but my God, i truly do hate you
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