The promise of eternal life lingers in my mind threatening my everlasting sleep to which I will never awake. Saddening thoughts cloud my mind, withholding me from the life my soul so hungers for. An anger of unknown origin controls my body, forcing hatred upon me.
I long for the wisdom bestowed upon me for which I have no understanding. This Pain leaves my blood thirsty for life after death which haunts my nightmares. The souls of the dead crave my everlasting peace which I haver so long forgotten.
Drinking the blood of innocent others. Draining their souls from their bodies. Purifying my lifeless death in which I walk the earth in shadows.
The blinding sun so beloved, yet deadly to my very existance. prowling the night, I hunt for life in others for which do not beleive in eternal life. It is a hellish way of life given to me by an immortal in himself.
The wounds of my cold flesh heal wit haste, yet the wounds of my soul grow ever more.
The light of the day seems my worst enemy. Cringing in fear, I hide from the sun in which I so hate. I have forgotten the beauty of the sun. Yet I haven't the slightest, nor want to face it.
My never ending death will haunt me for the rest of eternity. Yet I will never forget the evil bestowed upon me. The dream of eternal life has come true, but has cursed my fate with hatred until the end of time.
written by: Richard B Carroll III
Does it matter?
I remember for one brief moment of the hatred drained from my soul. Casting a shadow of sin upon my wasted life.
Pouring the lies of the truth on the cold floor before my rotting corpse, filled with a deadly light as brilliant as the sun itself.
I lay in a bed of dying passion. Withering like an evil soul which blinds my curious eyes with a thick blanket of tears. A vague memory of wonder beholding the fierce summoning of a dark spirit purifying my life with hatred.
Still movements of my past reaching out into nothingness in fear of a dying future. The father of darkness misleads my mortal intentions with the words of a sin so fatal as the sweet whispers of insanity which echo in my ears.
Eagerly I withdraw the last thread of love from my soul leaving me with nothing but intentions of death.
I hunger for the sweet songs of neverending life which comes to a sudden end.
Deep in thought I wander if I will live to see the light of the next day. And then I ask myself.
Does it really matter?
Written by: Richard B Carroll III
Why?
A cool wind brushes gently through my hair. Reminding me of a long forgottrn life so eagerly anticipated by my broken heart. A dream shattered by hatred and a simple wish for which will never come true.
A life of grief and pain has drained my will to be or to become. My soul is blinded by sorrow which grows deeper every dying moment of my shameful life. Memories of a life forced upon me which was never requested nor hoped to happen.
This foolish life that has been given to me challenges my mind to wonder what it is all about. What is the purpose of all this pain and grief? Was it meant to be? Or is it just another foolish game being played with my life?
Is it asking to much for a simpler life? A life without pain hatred and grief. Are these not questions that can be answered?
I sit quietly wandering if my hopes and dreams will come true. Or if the questions of my meaningless life will be answered.
to kiss a tear
You were nothing shy of perfection. The sweet sound of your vioce sang its beautiful songs as they whispered into my ears silently...Your beautiful face a shadowy figure of my imagination.
My heart lusts for the happiness that you flood it with.. The words you speak flow truly and purely deep from within your soul as my own listens carefully and patiently.
In awe I sit in silence listening to your sweet words as my heart crys from the pain that has been laid upon it. Your words cure the pain and your presence rids my soul of its hatred.
Burned from hatred and abuse my weakened body lusts no longer for the sweet purity of true love. It has long died in my dreams. Yet the hope, the hunger for love still lingers in a shadowy corner of my heart. Hiding and cringing in fear and in sorrow.
My tears have dried long ago and long forgotten are they. For not a single tear has been shed as long as I can remember.
As the days slowly pass you begin to open my heart. Slowly and caringly your soul calms my own with the promise of happiness, but in trust it has lost. Yet daring enough to try to once more.
The more our hearts speak the closer we become, and my hopes for love begin to shyly peer out of the darkness that it has been so shamefully condemed to.
The days grow longer and the nights many asleep I shall lose. As you haunt my dreams with happiness.
But now I know this. My soul held my hope inside and still very deep within myself. In which I am greatfull for. For now that you are gone my hopes have been spared and hide ever more in sorrow and in grief, they have not yet died forever. But this you shall know.
A tear I have shed in your name. Slowly I wipe the tear from my cheek and hope that it shall not be my last. A kiss from my lips upon the single tear which was shed engraves your words into my soul forever.
The Lust of Sweet Death
In a world where lies control the souls of every human life, lays a burden of sorrow upon my saddened heart with a morbid fear of humility as I see myself on my knees begging for fogiveness of a sin in which I have not commited.
Undying dreams of hatred cloud my dying mind of all its purity which has been so long forgotten.
Cringing in fear from a darkness so black the hunger for light shed uon my soul has been lost and the thirst for love has died and faded away.
The hatred burning inside of my soul grows ever stronger as the pitch black nights seem to grow with it. The rage in my veins flows like insanity through my blood as the anger grows uncontrollably in my ever dying body.
The lust for life has faded away with the lingering love for death which haunts my nightmares with an uncontrollable passion.
The tears flow softly down my cheek as I gaze into the darkness hoping for a brief moment that my soul will heal its pain and suffering alone.
Horrifying memories linger in my saddened mind ripping my hope in to pieces one dream at a time.
Blinded by lies so bluntly portrayed as the truth spills like soiled blood on the cold floor before my very existence.
In a daze I swallow my pride with every ounce of anger which eats my soul alive.
Alone in sorrow I despond as I await the very moment of my death in which I know I may rest in eternal serenity.
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