To whatever we commit, may they die in darkness;
So deep and too black for heaven's eye to ever find us.

To the sound of our guilt, may we bury it in the ground,
or to be flung into space, where it will not make a sound.
And the minds of the curious, may they never take chase,
to preserve a hero's honesty: A life without a face.

"And all this plight in the name of family?"
What else could more earn a savage's loyalty?

The perfect thing to make us into beasts,
guided alone by the thirst to eat,
but in us, a hunger to ever make right
all things we see wrong that hides in the light.

While we hold in the darkness, waiting for their call,
to forsaken our soul, lest we watch them all fall.

I heard then impersonating in to the night
Whispers seeking out lingering fading light
I tried to stem the tide that slowly reverberated
upon my nightly illusions,  I  was ever agitated

Their cries, a wanting for me to slowly converge
on ever open nurturing's to be delicately submerged
in the calling like a siren of their endless waling
but I was without child an illusion of nights waking.

My eyes were still listening my ears hypnotized
their true intentions were muffled and disguised
as I wondered in the room senses seemingly unabated
where truth in mourning was eagerly aggravated

Clambering upon my senses they milked my fears
till I was slowly bled through countless tears
I felt their pain on never knowing life but death
now feed, then they savoured the formula of breath.

"Hush little one death never says a word,
"Feed on the living until their breath is unheard,
"And when they exhale that last momentary gasp,
*"Never let it go hold it tight till you cry hold it eternally in your grasp,

My thoughts were witnessed as if they were
an abomination, grotesque to reside in others
perception. Shuffled senses were as if a brick
had shattered their windows to sensible speculation.

But I tethered on a precipice exacerbated by
my degrading sanity gangly and emaciated
were each perceived reasoning. Could my
beleaguered conciseness endure much more.

The undue carnage that had ascended from
My subconscious to my higher realization that
I was plaguing others into descending delirium
with what I was uttering in white noise.

Superlative were my conceived and lucid gifts
to others. Their realization that I was authentic,
grifting out of them sanity in exchange for a mind
now free collapsing like a black hole consuming thought.

I could be most deserving to die
but I can't help to feel this way,
to wish a darkness in every eye
that had locked with yours today.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)

My words are but a shooting star
To be seen in all its glory
But as shooting stars fade in an instant
So do my words to be read once
Then fade into obscurity

Shall I scare you will imagination
Teach you fear through hallucination
Every terror crawling in your skin
Pulse racing faster than anything
Horror chasing you in your mind
Even with no safe place to find
No where left to run, or to hide

Killing thoughts you never cried
In pages of macabre and mystery
New visions of forgotten history
Greeted in the books of the king

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

Dear Nobody

Dear Nobody,
I was wondering
What you are doing today

I'm doing nothing special
If you want to come my way

You see, I look outside
This dusty old window
I never notice you there
Somebody I don't know

I see a lot of you
Those nobody people
Where nobody is special
But everybody is equal

Sorry, I have to go now
You really are somebody
Who am I, you ask
Me, I'm just nobody

I want back what I have lost.
To be whole once more,
To find the piece that fits.
I can't feel much;
But what I can,
Is just enough
To get up again.
The hope that tomorrow,
I'll find someone new,
To help me place the pieces;
To show me love again

I have a lot of darkness in me
but I have goodness too
and I try to fight off
how much dark trickles through

When I feel the darkness
try to rear its ugly head
I submerge myself in water
to wash away all the dread

I can hear my heartbeat in the water
and it lets me know I am still alive
I try and block myself off
to what is slowly trying to thrive

I close my eyes to the darkened images
and close my mind off as well
I dare not speak of any horror
and retreat into my protective shell

I emerge from the water
when I start to feel repaired
then I shift my focus to other people
my thoughts are needed elsewhere