The House

The house is wrong tonight…..
The house is dark tonight….
The house is empty tonight….
We that remain hide….
Take refuge from the night….
Mighty cat joins us alone….
The house is wrong tonight….
The house is quiet tonight….
The house has too many shadows….
While there are no lights….

The house is wrong tonight….
The house is empty tonight….
The house has lost it’s soul….
The house is dying tonight….
And it is awakening from the depths….
Stealing every last soul on its way….

The house is wrong tonight….
Filled with dreadful silence….
For all the world to hear….
And none shall ever notice….
The house that screams….
Empty in the night….

Sunday Mornings

It’s 5:30 in the morning
Too early to be awake today so far
Darkness still swirling
Groggy feeling impaired
As the shadows continue to dance on the walls

Toss and turning in circles
Limbs flying every which way
Making music that no one can hear

Winds deadly howl darkens the way
As each branch snaps impaling the air
It’s not enough to stop the derailing dreams
Falling circles of dresses twirling around
More shadows they seem to add on the wall

In all the chaos ensuring demise
Hundreds of dreams came and go
Still they go on and on

Shadows sweeping criss-crossing the rooms
Sun glowing deeply as it’s time to hide
Morning is coming
As those dreams start to fade for the sky
Screaming softly that no one can hear

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Desolations

The silence that hasn’t spilled from fingers pricked
Hesitant over lettered buttons
Waiting…

Words squished between the nothings
Forced into hiding
Yearning…

A trickle of a drop within a hint
Bashed with the skull
Smoldering…

Raging ash flaring unending upwards
Fluttering amongst the openings
Flowing…

Quiet falls all around the bareness witnessed
Flames frozen in dances of a trance
Stillness…

And then it hits you head on
The entrapping bittersweet
Echoing…

Accepting the emptiness of a barren sky
The nothingness from within
Pondering…

Words most useless now come forth to be used
Not long to be hidden
Begging…

The world has changed it’s views to see
Forced upon the differences
Resolutions…

The mind once full of lively amazement
Enormous fields of thoughts
Desolate…

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Death’s Hammer

The clicking and clacking at odd hours
Enough to drive anyone mad
But he didn’t have walls in between
All he had was a few feet

The clacking and clicking all night long
Is enough to drive any sane man around
Able to drive them away from normalness
Into the darkness that awaits their souls

Clicking of keys and clacking of hammers
It digs deep with each strike
Eating away at every last straw remaining
Slowly devouring everything that was

Clacks of smacks with quick clicks
How these fingers drive me away
Slowly slip into the places beyond
Away from normal thinking and feeling

I sit there smashing fingers to keys
As the hammer rips through the ribbon

Evening Of The Dark

In evening dusk’s dispares of last fading light
Minds begin drifting to other lands beyond
With the last beams of light clinging in hues
Let it all slip away from your control slowly
As darkness embraces your form all around

Last glimmers of consciousness sliding away
With dangers increasing from the grounds
Racing to find waiting once more for you
That special someone who brings you thru

Its settled now with no chances left to help
Fully surrounded with no escape possible
You’re now one with it burning deep inside
The sadness immeasurable to compare
But in the dark they already know just how
And soon will prey on all you have left

Shadows of shadows moving about
Caught from corners of eyes every glance
Panic ensues within the mind quickly now
Will you survive the night alone on your journey
Or will you just barely make it home

It was early fall that day she felt the pang
Darkness has shadows traveling constantly
With this one settling in her graces as she worried
So far away he was still unsure to make it

Shadows block out light from in front
No longer seeing the glowing eyes on either side
Or from the trucker always up ahead
Timing was perfect in its desperation to act
Darkness was thrown away instantly from there

Flames keeping it all at bay with screams inviting
The waiting game now time to be played
As death watched from far away beyond the dark

Who would win out in the end? Brave hearts or the overwhelming blankness of the dark night?