neilvanbergen

Another Sacrifice I create the flame that brightens my eyes Taking it to the end of the death-stick in my mouth A writhing tendral of smoke now appears Slowly inhaling the rich nicotine and tar drug I sigh and exhale a cloud of decay Feeling the toxic luxury surge through every vein Smirking as this addiction slowly kills As the slithering snake of smoke climbs high The skies, turned to a darker shade of grey, are crying Crying as if for forgiveness from me Forgiveness for a crime that was never commited The true crime is now commited by me As I take another deep breath of destructive smog Looking up at the sky with defiance

The Four Moons New the moon arises upon this eve As we look up from our post We see the starlight shining down Blessing us with a glorious urge To begin Waxing shining moon approaches Looking up from our homes We see the bright lights of Maiden's eyes Filling our souls with warmth To go forth Full moon glowing through the night As we stare from our mansions We see the paths are illuminated and long Giving us great wisdom and care To guide Waning moon now approaches As we watch from our beds We see the final merciful lights Giving us our peace and rest To die                                                                

Everlasting Contrast of Existence Greyscale darkened, smog-fill'ed, mourning skies Creepeth out above our self-indulged heads Our scornful, spiteful spirits do with hate slay All those whom hath brought a light to the world Our tyrants oblivion is well made For in our haste we vilify true hearts And idolize those curs'ed wicked fools Whom in their mirth create our destruction Our time hast come, our end now approacheth We pray to the many deities made For mercy to doth come from the heavens And pities feel for our scornful race Gradually we commit mass suicide We deceive any other soul for power Devastate all that's around us f

Alone, Silent, Contempt As I walk the long - dark paths; I notice something strange. A dark motion at my feet; With path, as mine, the same. "Hello..." Said I, with shy tone. AS I waited for reply; Something else struck my eye. As I had spoken, and stared; It too had done the same? "Odd sort of creature, shadows." "Surely you do not enjoy;" "Mimicking just as I?" 'An interesting query, that,' Said Shadow, quizzically 'Why shan't I enjoy myself?' ''Twere not for you, I'd be 'lone.' "Truly thy words are just." He had a point, I concede; Our lives may be truly; Inevitably lonesome, "My friend, what you say is true," "We may