Week 3

Winter fire,

melted dreams,

stir in sleep,

silent screams,

born again,

morning rise,

face the day,

child’s cries,

talk the talk,

promise dared,

reach the end,

darkness scared,

back to wall,

daring heart,

take me back,

to the start.


One more morning

Sun breaks through

The darkened veil

To shine on you

The comfort comes

I pour the life

From heaven’s bowl

My daybreak wife

The knife I wield

The fork I stab

Still hot on plate

From burning slab

I’d marry you

My waffle dear

But laws prevent

Or so I hear…


No one will miss

Your presence here

You have no home

Nothing to fear

Just come inside

And breathe your last

My gentle smile

and shotgun blast

The blood-stained walls

A story paints

The final page

My victim faints

But springs alive

When knife blades slice

To feel his fear

My only vice

The screams unheard

The muffled cries

The essence fades

He slowly dies

Oh vagabond

Thanks for the game

I’ll dump your corpse

I’ll show no shame

The father’s loss

Your grieving mothers

Tomorrows game

To hunt for others


The teasing claw holds Heaven’s cup

Trapped at the bottom looking up

I crave a drop of someone else’s soul

To give up now would be absurd

This birthright curse of spoken word

I can’t escape the prison of this hole

I pray to someone everyday

To take my hand or light my way

Yet, clueless, I still walk this lonely life

My prayers fall on deafened ears

I take deep breaths to face my fears

This emptiness personified; My wife

The window through this gaping gash

For you to view my gathered trash

May not be offering reality

The eyes see what the world defines

We take the ticket; Pay the fine

Accepting those above’s authority

Why can’t we live by our own will?

To follow, fuck, or fight, or kill?

or do whatever madness comes to mind?

Inside our heads, we own the land

Enforcing laws by ruling hand

Unbiased self-approval undefined

The Wolves Are Closing In

I have pondered every ending
I have counted every sin
I have reached my last forever
now the wolves are closing in

I have barred the door behind me
every window locked within
though I know it will not stop them
now the wolves are closing in

My sword is at the ready
and the blood will soon begin
I prepare to close the curtain
now the wolves are closing in

Their eyes, they crave the carnage
as they flee their ancient den
They can taste my fear approaching
now the wolves are closing in

Their teeth aglow with vengeance
as their claws invade my skin
there’s no victory expected
when the wolves are closing in

My breathing becomes shallow
and my essence growing thin
There’s no chance I’ll see tomorrow
for the wolves are closing in

…and the wolves shall always win

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