Tag: poetry

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

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

Incubus

Incubus
 
An Incubus came to me,
and I was stranded
on an Island unknown to me
 
Strides as far as I can take
I gather all that I can see
a world of twisted fantasies
 
Around, my aspirations
are all I can breathe
drowning in a glazy eyed state
 
Everything I wanted
tortured into macabre fonts
set to dance like marionette lies
 
I cannot handle my eyes
these must be dirty lies
tricks of the flies
 
I try to run
but the Incubus hums
a dirty little tune
 
And I zoom
right back to start
to watch the play again
 
My dreams, my horror
on a repetitive motor.
 
7\23/20 – Andy McRae

Empty/Mirror

Empty/Mirror
 
 
The Empty is on me
The Empty is around me
Forever stalking me
This void is in my hair

I watch the corners
Of my eye
For the void
Empty that is my lie

When it reaches out
And grasps me tight
The Empty takes with it
I


See yourself standing
There in the mirror
Watch and stare
How bare
Presented to the world
Without a soul no more
What an affair

Unable to move
Cry or fall
You notice the little things
Text off center
And a bug on the wall
Why is the world
Seem so small

And it all comes crashing back
Your soul, your mind, your sin
Falling downward
Fin.


6/29/20 – Andy McRae