Peace at Last

Silence screaming out, piercing the veil
Draped over stone eyes, gazing
Through a set of trembling ones,
Steel slowly slithering out, stained
Dripping crimson petals onto white tile,
The deed is done, the curse lifted,
Crashing noises of the blade shattering
Against the puddled floor,
He perches over the frozen stare,
Places his now empty, but always warm
Hand, over that distant look,
“No more will you suffer in loneliness.”
Shuts the glaze,
Hoods his identity,
And vanishes into the depths.

©DorianPoe 2015

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Into the Forgotten

Settling into the darkest corner of his mind
I feel shrouded in it’s pressure rising over me,
Lost in the rape of certainty, I wonder
Deeper into an illustration of a time,
Utopian in my sight,
Empty upon touch, but struck me
Like the vipered apple,
A delicious burst, before it’s rupture,
One last breath, and I’ve sunk
To the bottom, forgotten.

©DorianPoe 2015