Veronika Decides to Die**

Etched into the very skin I bleed
My sins penetrate, stitching a false illusion of emotions and love
Insanity at its peak
I roam around the grave for endless hope

Darkness delves into twilight
Essence of filth spread across the soil
He lured me into the night
Feeding the endless hunger of lies I love

Devoid of faith, I fall alone
Like the amber leaves welcoming autumn
He rose from the ashes, out of the coldest night
And whispered unto me pure freedom

Through the darkened oaks, charred leaves and sooty sky
I catch his eyes made of stone
Gazing unto the stars, my spirit sighs
His cold embrace, my fevered blood

Foul prayers muttered under breath
Apocalyptic emotions explodes the night
Forged myself into his dreams
Tainted soul, one with him

Dead eyes breathe over me
Separating the truth plastered on my face
My soul is held up in glory
Celebrating my final mortal days


** Title Courtesy: Paulo Coelho

Sepulchral Exile

I wander in solitude, ancient lullabies I sing
I witness the forest as she burns her winter marks
I’m a watcher to the sunrise, the smoldering sun tearing the cold
The wind moans… and the spirit sighs
I sat by the river and poured my eye

Shrouded in sorrow, cloaked in pain
I thought ill endure it… I thought it will fade away
A mere destiny, a dance of fate I played
I laughed, I weeped… I begged them to take me away

Mystical winds leave behind a trail
Enduring mortal chaos and chill
Morbid faces, they whispered my name
Voices echoed and they shrilled

I endured the overcast. I raced through the gates
Emptiness cajoled the thin air and gloom I embraced
They left me at the arrival of autumn
In the forest of pulsating damp air

And grief, it possessed me…grief, it decayed
Amidst the forest, you can hear me
My grotesque glory fade.

In The Winter of My Second Death

She knelt besides death,
daunting murmurs all around
Plucked hair off her head and
gathered some dust from the ground

"It was winter that called him...
to join the deceased... to the world of ail"
a deep murmur to the pensive ear...
a joyless sound repeats her mournful tale

The dreadful hour is past
The breath long gone
Angels immortal calm her soul
As they snatch his spirit from this world of woe

No converse can delight her heart
No adulation from her shall impart
Beatrice in winter... beautiful her long mane
Beatrice in winter... bid goodbye to her sane

Reluctant they flew,
the winged darts of death
A calm resignation smiled upon her cheek,
As...

Death fell on her gates, the next twilight
Sadness clouded her illum'd eye

Beatrice in Blossom
Radiant she shone
Beatrice in Winter
She's long gone

Nocturnal Voice

There is a light that appears just after the dark
I open the lock to the dead mans knock
I am silent! I become still!
Shadow whispers behind the sill

The room filled with an empty bed
Silent whimpers leak from my head
Time was tied and so were the smiles
So that we could just talk for a while

Strange it seemed… stranger by every minute
As I tried dragging you into my dreams
But I couldn’t do much
You stared right through me

In my secret lair, where none can spy
I tried holding you, to make you mine
Perfect tantrums and rage displayed
Veiled in darkness embracing the failed

I drank from the cups of Hope
to quench the thirst of my unknown

God's Decree

Awake and I feel the fall of darkness
Reminiscing the black hours we spent
Oblivious to the evil emanation
The night, the hour you went

The longer the lights delay
The lesser I chose to say
Hours went and years passed
As I yearned for God's decree

Bitter would be my stench
Bitter, the taste was me
Heartburn...
Yearning for God’s decree

Countless cries… I lament
Dead letters for him I sent
Yet...
I yearned for God’s decree

Once again this day weak and weary
welcomes the the night so dreary
curious volumes of forgotten lore
brings me closer to your shore

Fatal attraction I foresee
But I wait for God’s decree