the very best

dark dreams engulfing
the spiral of hatred
reminisce of the times
the times of purgatory
the times of grief
the nights when death himself
seemed to stroke your skin with his
cold lifeless fingers
the nightmares
more and more of them
the valley of the shadow of death
the life within reach
slowly diminishing
your irises dilate
blood in your veins seem to slow down
you hear every sound and capture every beam of light
no more
no more she tells him
he walks away
no more pain
just this cold
dank
empty
four walls
that which he must face every day
and every night
no more
she told me..
and so i granted
the cool cement flooring never felt so scorching against his skin
i drift between the first and second person's perspective
just as much as my consciousness allows me.
crystal clear and highly viscous
a cool soothing feeling as it ran down my throat
then..
in an instance later
he could no longer breath
he was but another lifeless object within the walls of the cell
he once spoke to me that life was never the same without her
no he was no longer in possession of life itself..
just another lifeless object
just another perfect casualty.
i have grown weary of this endless struggles
my patience wears too thin
he snapped..
that's just life

welcome to purgatory

your arms burn as they try to rekindled a lost flame
your soul twitches in its place
a fresh start
that means hell on earth
the more you do the more you have to do
what point is that for you to carry on in this battle
you have outlived your purpose
"out-served" your passion
that is no need to be one of us
why are you here?
the battle you have fought
the trophies you have won
meaningless
stripped down bare to the pathetic bar on a piece of cloth that is your ampulet
what for?
why fight on?
why do you choose the most difficult of routes?
these questions will befall on you
there will be shame
there will be pain
but no longer will you have to bear it alone
same goes for the credit you will no longer claim it as if it were your own
maximum pain
minimum glory
a good coat of arms to be fighting for...

as poor as such

quiet silence of a symphonic orchestra
a silent squeaking between the pause
not a noise but a sound
as her tiny paws scrambled amongst tapping toe caps
thudding sounds.. resemble napalm crashing to the earth lighting up the sky in a brilliant amber projection
to her extreme sense of hearing.. an out of tune vibration in the air....
she raises the upper torso
surveys the surroundings
on conclusion she runs due south towards the exit
away from the high frequency noise
suddenly
..
her hearing sense seem to all but function
a flash of white light
the amber flicker burning the crimson liquid of the humans a deep umber colour
mars black smoke fills the chapel...
she lays motionless
as the winterchill takes over

day 6.5

the long march takes her toll on us..
our eye bags darken...
our calf muscles pulling taut against our joints..
but renewed in strength ..
the saw a group of cadets weak eager to retreat..
but we shall stand and we will not yield..

for long now....
the journey has begun
as we walk onwards our differences are cut down
barriers broken
dreams formed
a life beyond the next activity
a life beyond the harsh words
a life of empowerment

as we march onwards
the jimminy cricket within us reminds us
of the image that which we are to uphold
calmness in the center of the tornado
the sense of urgency in a slowly fading wind
the life of a fish battling for his life against the receding tide

just one of them
just another soldier
just another leader
just another you...

the code : move faster think better do more
is no longer a code we live by..
it is our standing order
we must be better
for our alma mater
for our reputation
for our corps
no more will there be me, you, him, her....
but only a we....

on the road

her eyes of dark flame,
snow white skin
hand in hand
red lips of passion
a soul who has cheated life
..
condemned to steal the souls of men
..
she is a wish
your every desire
dark wing will lift you unto the sky
the wing of her child were crushed and killed
..
dracula's powers could never compare..
she gave the meaning when you said she stole your heart
she gave you a life that could never be real
...
you drop your armour
moved in closer
the pulse on your neck seems to draw her nearer..
..
as your fantasy unfolds,
your soul caves in into a nothingness
..
succubus...

ashes to ashes , dust to dust

the very essence of night mares
the gift of darkness
freedom of silence
in an epic proportion of geurilla warfare
the puff of smoke from a triggered pistol
in flight with demons
the very essence of nightmares
the happiness of fear
as fire drips slowly
trapped forever in trance
the love surrounding you form up the labyrinth
within which the minotaurs of your own tortured soul ram
aimlessly ..
onyx black highlights surrounding the dull vermillion flames
so clear so defined
he will remain
forever

sweet sixteen.. taking plunge...

so come on
this day is yours
once and ever
glorious in the sun
dance and shout it out
confront your demons
and live your life free
this is time
just explode you radiance
colour your life
in red and blue and green and orange
..
just live
its your life
take the chance
roll the dice
gamble your worries down the billard table
...
and now , jokes aside
you are one
you are free...