A story in the woods

You've been here before
the trees remember
the blood washed away though
but the still waters reminisce

You've been here before
where the nights howled
the day lights whispered
and the dawns were scared

You've been here before
the child remembers
your best friend, comrade
whom you left to die

You've been here before
the woods revenge the innocent
and the air breathes stale
the nights tell a tale

You've been here before
as your own morbid self
as the child who killed his best friend
as the son who hid behind the shelves

You've been here before
I remember, I was 10, you 15
We walked the woods on bare feet
and you left me there beaten,bruised

You've been here before
are you able to breath in spite of the fear?
you shouldn't worry for I'm here
and you won't go anywhere...ever again.

Blindman's Light

If i walk through corpses
and smile would i be mean?
If i pave my way through broken bones
without a single tear in my eye would i be cold and heartless?

You may shun me for laughing aloud
at thousand inhuminations
You may gag me to shut out
the truth's various manifestations

My hands will bleed with every word
but i'll keep writing
Because I pass on my soul
with each living locution

For i write my own truth
Veracity as i see it
And it may seem like i'm wrong
like it's not untrue that i'm a misfit

But i laugh at them-the cynics who call me cynics
as they know not the hapiness
of the departing soul
They know not of their freedom from pain

They cry at the celebrations of death
and make it a funny fad of sorrow
but they don't realise the soul is free
and will see a brighter tommorrow

"The Meek One"

Silence creeps in
And there is no sound
A soul lies there
With a spirit deathward bound

All his life he was there
No words forming in his mouth
His kith and kin never heard him speak
What his heart did want to scream

He bent before everyone
Was merely a timid mouse
All his life he was but a shy liar
People never came to help his cause

He was “the meek one”
The one who worked day and night
Till his hands did rot
And his face gave himself a fright

A night did come
When the soul did venture around
He took his life and dreamt death
Even death was silent with no sound