Submissions by nick89nc

I miss you greatly,
and although we may be apart for a time which is far too long,
I will see you soon.

For whenever I become lonesome,
and the yearning is unyielding to my pain-induced pleas,
all I have to do is sleep.

In the land of slumber,
Morpheus faithfully reunites us without fail,
wanted or not.

Most dreams you grace,
Some you haunt, but the only real nightmare is a waking one,
this dreaded reality.

With reality comes the realization,
my fantasy is left unfulfilled and I am left alone again.
I miss you...

I fear that in the end,
I will bring it all to a smoldering rubble,
such as the hatred burning a chasm deep within my soul.

For in my heart there is no light,
no hope for a better world,
misery runs among my very blood.

My sanity is slipping.
Or maybe it was always absent,
I am the goddamned living embodiment of self-doubt.

A dark heart burns fiercely.

A small seed of anger grows into deep rooted hatred.

No longer able to feel anything other than the black flames,

The man who is no longer a man continues to bleed.

A master actor, He feigns happiness to hide his desperation.

He surrounds himself with family, friends and relationships,

Yet unable to escape the captivity of his own inner isolation,

He remains forever alone.

Fueled by unfiltered rage, the dark heart burns ever stronger.

Slowly consuming the man who is no longer a man.

She's strong as an Oak,
yet delicate as a Rose.
Nature incarnate.

Beauty entrancing,
blinded by her purity,
he is self-loathing.

There is night, and then
there is Darkness; black as ink
his heart tells its lies.

The hatred rises,
gaining strenth, never ending.
Darkness consuming.

Sudden betrayal.
Her temple desecrated,
trust violated.

From a gaping hole,
dreadful crimson sap wells up.
The tree is bleeding.

The blossoms wither
as her life diminishes,
and then nothingness.

True...