Overcast
Spiraling down
Heart fluttering in time and space
Head in the clouds
Soul wanders around leaving no trace
I'm so amazed at the patterns of rain
It pours and lets the vagabond be tamed
Love dances with death
No unity in fading away
I feel your every breath
One the same I wish that you would stay
I'm so amazed at the patterns of rain
It pours and lets the vagabond be tamed
Now you are gone
Wind graced dandelion seed
Clouds sing a mellow song
In memoriam now the stars you heed
I'm so amazed at the patterns of rain
It pours and lets the vagabond be tamed
-D.S.
Soma
Down and down let it hit the system
Feel ethereal and jubilant
Bow to the technological progression
Condition and always obey
Play your perfect role in life
No need for god or spirituality
Synthetically bred inside tubes and chambers
Perfection in a uniform order
All pieces of the puzzle fit
There is no freedom in individuality
Down a pill
Let the opiates fill the void
-D.S.
On Cadavers and Corpses
I was able to wash the blood from my clothes
But I couldn't scrub it off my hands
Got the call when I was 19 years old
They sent me off to a distant land
And I saluted death firsthand
Witnessed her great power
Became the judge, jury, and executioner
Committing atrocities by the hour
Who am I to take a man's life?
Were my actions really just?
I witnessed haunting scenes
Once the living, now returned to dust
I made it back from hell on earth
Family was so glad to see me
The visions I saw everyday
Have set my inner demons free
There are no true victors in war
My soul is now a slave
Death herself thrives on bloodlust
On cadavers and corpses greed is paved
-D.S.
Bitter Clarity
Born naive to this cold life
I've seen pain and jubilee
Found grace when I'm on my knees
Life's spiraling into inferno
Where do I go from here
Too weak to disappear
When your world crashes down
And when there's no one else around
The mind is a deadly weapon
Overshadowing hope
When your world crashes down
When love is what you have found
Maybe things will be alright after all
Sleepless nights from my fears
Anxiety is what defines me
No vision of serenity
Self worth is at an all time low
I've never felt so alone
Not worthy of a home
When your world crashes down
And when there's no one else around
The mind is a deadly weapon
Overshadowing hope
When your world crashes down
When love is what you have found
Maybe things will be alright after all
Open up my lungs
Close my eyes
Let my mind rest
And may my fears repine
-D.S.
The Songbird on the Tombstone
When the fog dies down is there tranquility beyond this cemetery?
Will there be a clear valley with a set destination?
A place of jubilee and peace?
For my hands are scarlet though I am as innocent as a child,
But my heart bears the burden of an unjustified guilt.
Stranded with no end in sight,
I reflect upon the agony of my kind.
Locked in this cemetery with one empty grave left,
The dead flowers cheer for my demise.
Yet a lonely songbird sings a sad tune perched upon the newest tombstone.
Maybe we are one in the same.
I watch him fly into the foggy abyss,
Braving the chains of isolation.
I dream of strength to overcome this pain.
My grief confines me in this cemetery.
And fear of tomorrow cripples my hope.
But it is what lies in the unknown that will bring new life into these weathered bones.
-D.S.
December Lilies
That day that crushed our kin.
Is it punishment for the faithful or the ones in sin?
I see the burden bear down the bones,
Multiple calls on our telephones.
Help offered, but where are answers?
It didn't hit me until I held the one I look up to the most in my arms.
For once I ran to when I wept,
And now I had to return the favor.
No tears from me but feelings of sorrow.
Crushing anxiety and regret.
"Why did you do this to them? Why must they burn and I be free?"
I regret not being a better brother
I regret not being a better son
I regret living life so selfishly
Caught up in my own world.
If that day comes when they leave this pain,
If I carry their caskets through blistering rain,
If they are buried beneath black and white
If their tombstones reflect the grace of the night
I swear they won't fade to grey
Uncertainty plagues my heart
As this bitter world has plagued theirs,
But I see beauty in dark places,
Joy in the negative spaces,
There's is victory and defeat no matter the outcome.
The past is burned in our flesh but I swear the sun will heal tomorrow.
I swear they won't fade to grey
-D.S.
We Lower Her Casket
From the mountains flow forth the thickest of blood.
Somber skies glare at the remnants of shattered beauty.
"Betrayal!" cries the earthly mother.
For in ashes she slowly deteriorates.
Left with a dark future where can we find serenity?
Our visible certainty has been drained by our carelessness.
Where creatures once roamed is now a kingdom of soot.
A once green world now plagued by bones and rot.
Picture perfect beauty damned by the hands of humanity.
There's no turning back.
We have built her coffin.
And we await for our own desecration.
-D.S.
just fine
no greater noose than
the one that grips my heart.
spirit so weary,
i am lost in my own mind.
connect the dots to find the flaw.
concealing debts behind pure eyes.
my world collapses, but only i see.
an answer seems out of reach.
pushed to the edge of my limitations.
bound by guilt and self-hatred.
what does the future hold?
blinded by my own anxiety.
"lust for the darkness!"
"there is no hope!"
"what god would love you?"
"we are all living to die!"
can i hide behind a "just fine"
or do my eyes give way to blood?
is there anybody out there
who bleeds as much as me?
peace is in my sleep
as i dream of a greater tomorrow
and when i start the day
i drag my shattered soul out of woeful pits.
maybe things are getting better
or maybe it's wishful thinking.
maybe it's for a greater meaning
or maybe i am being punished.
in solitude i gain tranquility,
in nature i find meaning,
in prayers i find hope,
and on paper i give my heart.
it takes baby steps to get better
and i am now standing up.
dark skies lie ahead until death
but this fire within gives guidance.
-d.s.
Burnt Soapbox
Throne of woe,
Light that contorts me,
Certainty in fear,
Pre-planned destiny,
The sheep follow the leader,
Off the cliff into oblivion,
This wool I have grown over time,
Bears weight that I am no greater than no one,
No evidence, no truth
Children brainwashed relentlessly,
Fear of death and damnation,
Blinded by ego; refusal to see,
Flower of life bloomed yesterday,
And now holds on to single petal,
A life spent degrading differentials,
This pot no blacker than the kettle,
Use your ideology for bludgeoning,
To build your empire and throne,
But insecure and fearful you are,
Feral wolf with no true home,
Weak and broken I am,
And so are you,
Take your wolf and sacrifice,
So peace in solidarity can brew
-D.S.
Roses Without Thorns
Is this supposed to be a club or a safe haven for me?
I'm weary from all of my transgressions; all I long for is to see.
But all I see are these wolves beneath sheep skin
Trying to glorify their selfish hearts under deceitful grins.
In their eyes my soul is nothing to dust
For I am willing to acknowledge my shameful heart as it rusts.
Elitism and hypocrisy, oh my heart aches,
For I once walked in those shoes until I witnessed my reality break.
Is this what heaven will look like? I pray not,
For I would rather be damned alone then let a dim light shine on rot.
Am I the only broken soul here that can bleed?
Or to fault and imperfection do the followers refuse to heed?
Woe to the man who looks for roses without thorns
For even the self-proclaimed angels can bear horns.
I can't do this alone for I am depraved.
Only in my humiliation can grace be truly paved.
-D.S.