Warped Visions Spectral figures haunt A maddening taunt Beckon the demons They torture my soul I hurt them once Now their spirits Hurt me evermore My mind is ablaze With twisted images Of the deadly glaze Warped visions Taken by the ones Harassed my mental Insanity pleasures glad Taken from them Given to me mania Forever illness Images that haunt Warp the mind There is no exit 11/14/21 – Andy McRae
Tag: dark
The Crunch of Leaves Under Foot
The Crunch of Leaves Under Foot leaves dancing in the tumbles of the breeze decay falling down, to the ground, so brown my mind filled, thoughts scattered and worn this body torn by stress, no time to decompress a black silhouette mourns down the cobbled path leaves on the left, death on the right, time behind soft footfall leaves crunched leaves under heel how can a man feel when the world is dying 11/9/21 – Andy McRae
a Funeral
a Funeral death in casual passing to mourn the trespassing feel the tears form in eyes retain forlorn goodbyes wish back love lost past gather not but flowers harassed will seeping through bone growing so old and alone vision fades to naught lying in a tomb of distraught 11/10/21 – Andy McRae
In Madness, No Time
In Madness, No Time They come in through the holes in the walls They torment me so, in my dreams I am awake, shake me not I might brake In the light, I see darkness in escapable pits, despair! alas, I am down there Lo, I am forsaken by them all the ones to guide me to the hall Bright the lights in my eye yet all I see is dim visions of nigh Written on the walls in orange dotted lines In madness no time 10/18/21 – Andy McRae
Syncing Delusional
Syncing Delusional I am the unusual Very much delusional, A man perched on the brink This verse, this man, out of sync. I am searching to fill in a hole A chunk of ground missing in front Of my blind eyes, I fall in with a grunt. Bury me alive, cover me with dirt, like a mole I, the delusional, cannot see through to your soul Pondered on the verge of my destruction Why is it that I am always looking for what is null You fell into my gaze, only for me to crack my skull If I bleed onto you, I will bleed on your instruction I have fallen, delusional I am, into your seduction. 7/8/20 - Andy McRae
Fear Me
Fear me, the darkness Deep in your heart Slumbering in your soul Waiting to get out Longing to reach out And touch another being Tainted to the touch Brushed by a poisonous Creation lumbering For so long in the depths Of your love, corruption Seeping out Leaking out Of the cage That has held so long Darkness decaying All around you is falling Melting away with rot The air is riddled with The stench of fear All around you is seared By the touch of the darkness That you let out Plants wither, cattle corpses rot Can you handle the darkness The primordial fear you wrought Changing the land, the people They suffer until you say not. June 24, 2020 – Andy McRae
Insanity Aches
Tearing in pain Worlds of ungodly domain ‘Is this fair’ I echo as I pull on my hair. I feel it crashing over me In waves it breaks One, two, three These momentary insanity aches. It’s coming from my chest I cannot stop it from fleeing Emotions get the best Of this man, not even a being. Pain is all I hear. Do you expect more from me A greatness that I should achieve Should I have aspirations in front of me I feel as if I should grieve. This utterly dead ringing I hear in my head bringing A maddened state of being. 6/1/20 - Written by Andy McRae
I am the…
I am the inferno Scorching all I meet Trail of ash in wake I walk alone I am the tempest Toppling all in my way Gloom follows me I walk alone I am the pestilence Rotting all rope binds Decay hangs around me I am utterly alone. I am the destroyer Of all that I hold, It turns to dust In my hands I see A world that blows away. --Andy McRae----5/12/20--
Makeshift
A flick of fire in the eyes Of a figure broken in to two sides. Pieces scattered all around, From when he shattered on the ground. Punctured by shards of his own, The wicked side stabs the 'lone. From these pieces I shall make A man greater than his fate. Forge them in his own fire, Breathes of the dragon's tongue, Burning the soul of which, he is from. Once divided, before then whole, This makeshift man shall walk again.
This is a old poem of mine, early college years if I had to guess.
Bleeding Out
You broke into my heart, Opened up the veins, And now it’s bleeding out. You stabbed me in the back, Ripping through my skin, Now my world is blacking out. Cut away this misery, Your twisted ways are killing me, And now I’m bleeding out.
This is an old one that was forgotten about most likely because it was never named.
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