Month: August 2020

Our Lie, Our Way to Die

Our Lie, Our Way to Die
 
Every lie they bark
Every tie they tie
Is a knot in the noose
That hangs us all
Swinging from a tree
Yggdrasil shutters
Under our weight
Yet we gain no wisdom
Only more lies
 
By the end of this road
The tree breaks under the load
The grand corpse shutters
Falls into the hole
Dug just to hold
The rotting
The diseased
The remains
Of the being that is us
Killed by the noose
That is our lie
Our way to die
 
8/19/20 – Andy McRae

Terror I, My Eternal

Terror I, My Eternal
 
Gone are the days past
Lazily gazing back
Symptoms of depression
Wash over my being
Sliding down the slide
Watching the past go by
 
Frozen by the haunted
Days far gone by
Mistakes for which
I have paid in gold
Silver in the mirror
Wrapped around
Demonic wounds
 
Is it fair to let go
Try to escape the pain
Rightfully deserved
Those I've harmed
Have I let go to soon
 
Terror I, my eternal
Torture flowing back
To those days I decided
To be monstrous
Talking like I believe
 
Should I bury myself
In a deep hole
Shoot myself
In the mouth
So I can talk
No more
 
Would this end
If I knew it wouldn't
Happen all over again
Doomed to repeated
Demonic rituals by
Those who haunt
My existence
Decay the mind
I do not mind
 
8/5/20 – Andy McRae

Pestilent

Pestilent
 
Pest full, not restful
Sleep is dim, winks full of sin
Fire and disease filled air, I walk around with my share
Creeping behind, tied to mine
This stalking shadow, tugs on strings of marrow
My bones ache, I can feel the earthquake
Disturb my slumber, carry me off like lumber
Hollow me out inside, dim light of the mind
How can I read with no sight, blinded by the blight
Pestilence in my head, dried blood in my bed.
 
7/29/20 – Andy McRae