Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

   Indelible delight, I know not the ways of fear nor fright. For fear and fright I give, mine their souls do I take. If only they'd known their soul remains at stake. If only they'd shown their colors: not faux fake. I cannot change them; they will not change me. I am grateful invisibility doth cloak me, shielding me while my eyes steady see.
    What do hell's eyes see? Amounts of pain swelling inside of ye; quiet, I listened as the baby cried. Still, upon His darkness I relied, problem after problem to solve I tried. Bits become unglued, while I can feel blackness become the entire mood. No shade other than black is better to splatter ink upon the paper letter, leaving the largest space for me to sign. I know they forbade that I return to get 'er, but to do so reminds me of in my own hand taking the bloodletter. With the blood spilled do I wait to sign, feeling the earth shift, the stars realign. Pulling across the throat 'till it let go: silently or with a high note. 
    This one's "from hell" I happily wrote, letting down weight with the silver hammer, as achingly I smote. Squeal not for the time being, let alone my eyes adjust now seeing. Whether or not it be believing, the words I speak through her the tale stay aweaving.