First Thought-

Echoes in the mind

Flow rampant, encircling

Affecting most prominent responses

Albeit listened

It is unmoving

Though unnerving

The primary speaks truth

Imitations less reliant

Consistent in its perseverance

A skimming stone

Simmering to a sunken weight

Dead in the water

Sits of an innocence

Vibrating ripples of continuance

Hells Mouth

Sliding through the narrow throat
Boiling blood a black hearts moat
Swallowed whole, with body complete
Forked tounge radiating white heat

Naively seduced to a fiendish trap
Entrapment from the demons lap
Keep not all your enemies close
Or soon ending up as an innocent dose

Wearing human skin as clothes
With webbed feet and claws as toes
Scattered screams of pain and hurt
Echoing laugh a monsters chirp

Acid spills tempting to erupt
Churning bodies in the fiery gut
Circle of life, destruction of death
Our souls now part of the devils breath.

Split second

The soul is like the sun
It can’t be tamed
So don’t try to blinker life
Or pass the energy on to others.
It will haunt and taunt
Surrounding the clouded spirit
Until pressure erupts
Controlling the present path.
How you transform in that moment
is down to choice.
Control becomes immune to hesitation
Seize the colour inside
Create an unique aura
Or dark will take over

Winter winds

A Shadow of a person I could’ve been. Hiding from the world out of guilt and shame. But I’m always seen. My personal space is my enemy and my friend. Living life or on pretend. How will it end?

Fighting the good fight takes all the emotions and more, until there’s nothing left. When will I feel free? To see past the dark and flee…