My Translucent Mind: September 2009

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Stalker ( Sept. 10, 2009 )

The night is silent for fear.
Those who once were, come to haunt our immortal dreams.
As they stalk your shadows, the beat of your heart taunts them.
Suddenly the ferocious chill of death whispers in your ear, you feel what you cannot see.
Out in the dark there lies sweet sorrow.
Finally, the move is made - There is no more.

Good Bye ... ( Sept. 10, 2009)

The air turns to ice as my nights grow longer.
My breath begins to seize and my hands begin to shake.
I feel nothing but yet the numbing sensation of life slipping through my fingers.
I fall asleep to the lullaby of the beautiful creatures, from the forest, feasting on my decaying body. Only a tear of blood left running down my face, for these are my last words.