Savage Wind

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i'm dying here
this wretched place
where savage wind
cut cold my face
where clocks crass scream
brings hollow thought
eyes the mirror
blank and caught
in ancient battles
on ancient fields
heart and mind
wall that shields
all i want
all i plead
yet turn away
the burning need
iwant to touch
i want to reach
the shore that never hugs the beach
and left this soul
now spent and sad
longing for the dream it had
longing for the gentle smile
the night when i can sit a while
and look into another's eyes
and gaze the sun
now on the rise

The Fires of Ork

Dare i enter this darkness once again
listen to the whispers of the dead
taste the tears that drip unknown
into hell's rage
damn this blight
this cancer of the human soul
to which i return
unconsciously
unwittingly
pathetically unflinching
what evil did i inflict in a past life
that has sentenced me to this eternal nightmare
what spirit invades my thoughts
and pulls me deep
into this place of damnation
my soul captivated by the fires of ork
my heart blinded to the wonder of light

Addiction

How beautiful she is in fire's light
flames dance sparks off black marble eyes
lips red and dripping sighs
draw me to bosom's salted taste
we lay first locked in passion's moan
inferno of sweet lover's heat
she whispers her undying love
bites flesh
rakes nails along back's skin
i swim in swirling shadows
fall dizzy into the altered state
breathless in the bloodied rapture
the addiction that is she

Replicant

Words float to the surface
from sunken ships
they form like babies
on baby's lips
they flutter like wings
of a butterfly chip
that will burn a thousand years
i walk this madness
into the sun
i burn the sadness
now it is done
i hope to find you
while on the run
my lover who sheds no tears
strands collected
time to start
pump the blood that plays the part
of what was once a raging heart
now craves for what was lost

Replicant rises to face the day
memories surface then drift away
perhaps returning next time he lay
beneath the constant moon