Pass On

[Raze of Storm]

Ah, the sun, that murderous thing!
I'll tell you of my hate
Born on the day I sought the beach
For bikini-watching and sexy flings.
It went well at first-
I swam and surfed.
But had I known that I'd been cursed
I would not have ventured forth that day.
The lesson that I'd been made to learn
On that beach of broken hopes
Was the pain of the feared sunburn.
It rose upon my back like hell!
Up my arms and over my face!
My doctor said he'd never seen such a case.
Down my legs and even my crotch
Around my tongue so I cannot taste.
In my eyeballs and under my nails!
It sounds implausible yet still
I knew for sure this sunburn could kill.
And it would kill! - I knew it, I knew it for sure.
God save me from this sunburn
Make me once again pure!
Forgive me for going for sexy flings
Forgive me for lusting for such sinful things.
I don't want to be red
I want to be pale!
Like the moon, like the sand
Why, I'd go for a tan.
I lay in bed that night, wishing for death.
And travel to a sunless, paradise land.
I swore many oaths;
There would be no more porn.
I swore everlasting celibacy,
And form an aversion to my daily orgy.
No more foot fetishes, no more kisses.
No more bikinis, crossdressing or sexy flings.
I swore these and more
For the pain to vanish in the name of the Lord.
The next day I awoke - behold!
The pain was gone! I'd been cured.
Once again pale, and once again pure!
A bit of peeling, but no more agony!
I regret nothing, save for one thing.
I never put on that damn sunscreen.

[Raze of Storm]

Speaking to me, dark and harsh
A voice that tells me of that day
The day Ravens take flight and fly
Fly far, and farther, farthest away
To roost upon that bloody tomb
In which all things rest, for that day
Waiting, and waiting; wait again
To see those words in that array
That talks, and whispers - of a past
That rests in a grave, in which it lays
Forever, forever again, no more to haunt.
Wish we might, and wish we may
To end that time, that forgotten day.

[Raze of Storm]

The Seam
A dream within my waking dream
Perhaps not a dream at all
But a place splitting at the seam
It punctures the fourth wall.
I fear all the things I feel
Which appear in such a dream
For they are a reality unreal
Splitting at the seam.
It frays, it fractures, then it tears.
And reveals to me such sights
As that appears - in nightmares
Of things which wail and bite.
I shiver for I am bereaved
Of all the images I see.
It seems forever I have been cleaved
From true reality.
What is a dream? I cannot tell
The dream from waking life
It twists, a lunatic carousel
It shows me grief and strife.
I cannot believe these mad visions
They cut me, through and through
They burn as fresh-made lesions
Of all the dreams I have accrued.
But perhaps that dream is not a dream
But true reality
Simply splitting at the seam.
A breathing hell, it seems to be
Released forevermore
To be released upon a dream.
A dream like death and torn lives torn
Torn asunder at the seams
By nightmares killing a sweet dream -
It has split so thoroughly!
At the separating seam!

[Cpt Nemo]

Thank you, this was a nice read!

[Raze of Storm]

The Grave
Beyond this world of riddled dust
Of dried blood dry as elder rust
Lies a grave as grave as Father Time
Sour as flesh stripped in boiled brine.

The clash of wars and mingled cries
Makes seethe the love and all our ties.
Tears heard beyond the world beyond
No longer whole or of our bond.

Never caring but not to care
Content to stare and only stare
Of the agony and cutting pain
Caused by hands and feel no shame.

Time flies; it ticks, until it stops.
Hands frozen by the freezing locks.
Unending even when time ends
Until all our souls could then transcend.

Hope with hope to one day rise
And make whole anew all of our ties.
Human again and all humane
We are too late to ease the pain.

Beyond this grave of straying dust
Soaked in blood dry as aging rust.
A world of life beyond our lives
In which we laughed at burning ties.