DEATH IS A GOD, WHOM EVEN GOD FEARS.
Everything that has a name exists!
Through a window between the brows, I saw the flickering end!
Lies of the Mirror
Climbing the walls within a dream's play views in likeness are nigher than they loom, our judgements are settle to interest, closely drawn to trickery by wonder artery, question sans echo Tis a riddle wrapped up in an enigma, not an ounce of disclosure lest to let on the key from ye for none hath wist the truth, albeit windows to the soul last to pry into lie deeming the husk even so to behove brusque Therein a carnal dress, like a lot past the grave obscurity repress, with a nude vision only to guess, but they finger to break this taboo by bodily viewInduced by guile ever awhile, beauty is only skin deep! ©presto_billyo
There are Ghost And Others
THERE ARE GHOSTS AND OTHERS.
Until the last light goes Out
Shadows dance over a twilight vigil,crawling upon the declining shades of light the maturing darkness provokes a waxing gibbous moon against veilThe pulse of evil throb,breaking conscious to govern the night,casting fear as divined,prowling within the eerie depths of ebb through adverse impulse remarkably cold!Until the last light goes out,hereby perversion may indulge in obscure where ray burst in vain unto an intrinsic void, a call by night fall under a brunette pall daylight in night's thrall! Shadows dance over a twilight vigil,crawling upon the declining shades of light the maturing darkness provokes a waxing gibbous moon against veilThe pulse of evil throb,breaking conscious to govern the night,casting fear as divined,prowling within the eerie depths of ebb through adverse impulse remarkably cold!©presto_billyo
The scythe of death is honed the lift has turned foul with plague Smearing swift on humanity, Pandora's box is unsealed redeeming a catching novel malady that's so bane, man hath leaped into an everyday fray to outlast as time ahead has swollen dim, untainted souls are arrayed in awe by dint of no apothecary has stirred hope thus far, like petals falling from tulip whorl so is us from the earth, our nouns are erased from glossary by verbs of scientific sorcery We're strayed through a whale of a changecreation is maimed,the passing bell is chimed oft and strange!©presto_billyo
To kiss a Solitude
I'm a prisoner in my dwell, serving an ill-defined spell Pained by the blues to bearbereft of might to quellCarving tally marks into these walls as days are birthing their young,like a witch and her nigget I've become familiar with the keen eye of GodTabooed to gait ayond this door,frozen within fear's curb and succumbing at the floor In the throes of this coloring weltschmerz I deplore And sinking at my knees I Implore,whence like a mantid at the heauens!©presto_billyo
Waters of Grief
Unable to disguise the painThe picture cannot be sung in a lighter vein by virtue of this plain sorrow Amidst the fragments of hope in the wreath of gray,rarely these lucid tears are dryThe shore to life is broken the yawning grave is just within a stone's throw,the stream is lost in the wind,the dream has gone below the horizon In Solitude I sigh for content whenever I see a shooting starWaters of grief trickling down frommy eyes in persistent sadnessAt first glance I glimpsed the devil askance a say under his breath met my sinistral labyrinth,Into the bargain a saint appeared to paint his tale insincere,midst their dispute as despair hangs in the air!©presto_billyo