Eye Of The BeholderStanding at the edge of the forest todaySilently catching the sun's first rayAs I've just escaped from a dungeon you seeSome Wizard had trapped and been torturing meI'd been caught as I wandered through his mazeFor I had been stopped by a Beholder's gazeParalysed with fear but it hadn't seen meInstead I retreated and ever so quietlyBut as I had turned around to fleeI tripped and fell and then it saw meYet panicked I scrambled up and on my wayThat beholder casting it's magic death rayAs I narrowly escaped from imminent deathAgain I tripped and completely lost my breathAnd that's when I slipped down into the wellFa
Waiting For...A quiver of arrows flying through the air,Silently slipping and speeding with care.Their aim is held tight fast and true,I cannot outrun so what can I do?I stand all of a sudden, frozen in place.I turn fast around, these arrows I face.I accept my fate as I figure my plot.Will they kill me, I certainly know not.Standing in awe, before this spectacle of might.Gleaming, glistening they sing through the night.These arrows do fly and ever so fast.Yet time it seems to never have past.I'm standing dumbfounded, shaking in fear.Blinking and sweating, my time it draws near.This quiver of arrows is special you see.Magical i
A Terrible FeelingI must remain awake,I must combat this ache.It grips me by the bone,The cold, so hard, like stone.Shaking me alive,Shaking me inside.The body it trembles,The soul like shambles.Rotting my soul,Rotting my whole.The heat comes in wave,The pain, so deep, it stays.Hard to breathe,Hard to be.The air, so dry,It stings me on the inside.Failing to hold,Failing this cold.Muted sounds in the room,Trying to remain in tune.My head, it pounds,My head, does rounds.Failing to forget my ache,Failing to remain awake.
Relative PerspectiveI stand upon this hilltop, gazing at the stars.Wondering and pondering, from everything to Mars.We humans are so small, in this grand scheme of all.Yet here we stand on this land scheming our own windfall.Our actions speak far louder than our words,Yet for all our insanity we gather up in herds.We discuss and debate of everything to late,Yet some of us don't realize that we all share our fate.I myself have chosen my own high perch,For it suites me well even though it may hurt.I will admit that sometimes it's most easy to forget,That those around you have yet to see the truth in regret.So here I stand, with my humanity
On The VergeOn the verge, can you feel it break?It's just below and it's about to take.Grabbing a hold of the soul from within,Possessing this to propel into a spin.It's a moment quite unlike any other,Seeping in slowly, a core taking over.A daunting expression, a dawning of mind.A great new beginning, an open third eye.When the path is this clear and silent aglow,Now nothing can turn you away from the flow.So ride a great swell out from the dark night,Take hold of your day with all of your might!In silence it speaks that truth is not weak.If you can find your truth than nothing is bleak.With every great fall there is a great
My Nightmare Is LifeI awake to the sound of my own sobbing.I try to stand but I'm only wobbling.I try to hold back the well of my tear.I am embedded in my own greatest fear.Many pictures of you hanging on my walls.With each glance, my eyes, like waterfalls.Of memories past, all good and bad.I think back and fall utterly sad.In this nightmare I am wrapped in grief,I pinch myself and wince in disbelief.And harder I squeeze until I bleed,Yet nothing changes, and I recede.I crawl back deep into my mind.Searching for peace, of any kind.But far back and deep in my head,I find her just laying in bed.Her skin so soft and smooth.Her eyes