Be Warned, This is Seriously Grim Reading   Often, I wear grim expressions Fond of those dim reflections Mirrored in other's eyes A man hiding behind lies  Grim like frostbite turned black And my serial number faded back Ink failing in the grinding of life I can trace those numbers with a knife Bring forth blood like ice What is living without a little sacrifice  I respond to a fucked-up world My grim stature reflective of an underworld Where screaming in my skull says kindly ‘There is no more! The sky is about to unfurl And death is to be dealt out blindly'  So, I hide from the deadly sky up high And those of whom unsightly worship the sky And all the meteors that come crashing down Around my untimely mental breakdown  At the world I stare a grim dance Fooling them into thinking I am in a trance But I am not I just want you to fuck off.  9/26/20 – Andy McRae
Month: September 2020
We are Frost
We are Frost  From atop my reptilian mount I behold the world's dark The foaming oceans blue The burning seas of wood  Dead worlds entrance bare Slinking weasels dance Words, I've gone into a trance Rotting wood my grave  Are you there, my rare Doves fallen from air Deer going mad Sing to me of death  Are we still here, why I might say, if not on my way Turned from falling rubble Given in, to discard the human race  Wake in terror, volcanic fissures Open in malls, women and children Die in painful moves Pain only grows  Daggers in their eyes Blind drive by, taking lives Of helpless girls and boys Of course we all die  So why cry Over a world split over Molten cubes Stir until renewed  But we will not be there Too many lost Buildings tossed We are frost.  9/21/20 – Andy McRae
Dying of the Leaves
Dying of the Leaves Swinging with the breeze The dying of the leaves Brings with them a dim glee Dancing around the trees Chanting, We will not go Falling down in piles Death grips thee Bury all those surrendered Pits into a mound Bury them in the ground Flames in the air Licking the trees Orange, Yellow, Red Watch them from a slumber Dreary eyed night The dead watch the dying Fall from high up in the sky Covered in leaves Rot on the breeze Such heavy fees 9/4/20 - Andy McRae
Hole of Self-Doubt
Hole of Self-Doubt In this hole I buried myself Built on blind self-doubt Layers and layers of dirt are stacked On top of my frame I cannot breathe, let me out 8/15/20
Burnt Sarcophagi
Burnt Sarcophagi  Pride in individuality Only led to lonely An empty life  Prongs of pain Driven me to strife Internal demons Demand I try To make myself Mime my way Through this life Only way I can Live with this Monstrosity I  Would love to be Normal, no It's to late I have crafted A man void Of normality Quite a individual Quote a man mental I cannot handle this void Between I and others  It is bleak inside this shell Built around myself Burning sarcophagus Plural sarcophagi Laughing inside, I Want nothing but to Make the tomb I weigh Internal hemorrhage Cry, I sing to all who hear This pressure perverts The love I can give The love I can take The bleeding heart pumps My blood, red and blue  8/17/20 – Andy McRae
Erasable Lines
Erasable Lines In the dark of light I struggle with those Those of whom I cannot find Lost in space I search for days Looking to reclaim Anything of the lost Anything of their face Vague recollections Dim reflections Losing colors Shapes and lines Is this all I can find The inkblots in my mind When all is lost To the winds of time Erode away all But those seared Painful memories Long gone by Am I fine When everyone is gone All faded from my mind Faces no longer mine As they fade Dark becomes light Erasable lines 9/13/20 – Andy McRae
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