Futile

What is it we leave behind?
Is it our loved ones and kin, our children?
Is it our deeds, our creation?

All we leave is infinitesimal.
A footprint, in the desert of time.
Something that exists and is remembered for but a moment
Then turns to dust, as all else must.

So what is left?
What do we amount to?
Does our legacy matter?

In the grand spectrum,
nothing is left,
we don’t matter.
So let it all burn to ash.
Let your ideas of being remembered wash away
Focus not on the future nor the past.
For what is now is all there truly is.
What we do now controls what will be.

We live, we die.
Do what you want, when you want.
Because in Death there is nothing.

Nothing left of this empty shell.

An empty shell of a being
Breathing but not living
Not a single point I’m seeing
to continue existing

A world that no longer cares
bleak, unrelenting
my soul-less husk burns
nothing left, nothing remaining

I dance on the precipice
of sanity, of life
I stare down into the abyss
one stroke of a knife

I teeter on the edge
cannot stand it all
I wish to jump this ledge
the void, I hear it’s call

Let it end, let it be done
let the earth open and swallow me
let this one, become none
I no longer wish to be

The tears they stream
the blood wells
as if entering a hazy dream
filled with vast oceans and dells

The world beyond was only a lie
I lay broken and slowly I fade
into the nothingness, but I reach back.
Again I’ve escaped that which I yearn.

Old works #2

Power over all, living and dead
dark lean and tall, all futures has read
The knight of fate, pale is the rider
in his eyes; no hate, the lonesome world strider

Let the sands fall
life slips by
The keeper follows his call
the noose I tie
The gallows so tall

As old as time
a force unmatched
unrivaled, unrelenting
keeper of time
end to all pain
never misses a chime

Circle of suffering
death to joy
an ode to pain
the end of life

Seductive
a mistress profound
trancelike, soothing
like none I’ve found
just silence, no sound
tantalising dark

Used and torn
Broken, thrown
Life’s forlorn
I remain alone

With the numbness
there is no-more
room for nothing
The cold vastness engulfs me
caresses me
if feels familiar
beautiful
eternal

Death to joy
life is drained
love has gone
no hope remains

The crimson flow
Life’s light fades
I now must go
all degrades
the cutting blades

Ardent admirer of the macabre
enthralled by the darkness of death
Could truly be life’s joy robber
stealing people’s last breath.

Fjalla-eyði

Ég geng nú til fjalla

líf yfirgef

mína ánægju alla

tapað ég hef

Eitt sinn hafði gleði, lífsvilja

mér sagt er að gleyma

þau ekki skilja

Ég stend hér á fjalli

ísinn mig hylur

jörðin mig gleypir

myrkrið nálgast

Ég er komin i eyði.

Einn ég geng minn síðasta veg

sé þá ei við hann neinn enda

hafði ást svo vinsamleg

Allt sem ég hafði, er aska í vitum mér

sú ást sem ég fann er horfin

aldrei jafn sárt hef ég lifað

Lifa mun ei lengur.

Pain

Death has shown his pale face

life’s light fades, nothing remains.

As I sit I bleed, enjoying the flow

Today is her birthday, I’m a wreck craving the knife

A short post today, I was a wreck all of it, couldn’t control it. I am now completely strung out, too much to write any more for this day sadly.

Old works

A love so real
dismantled, destroyed
the first I feel
there’s no more joy

As life’s light fades
and blood flows freely
I feel an intoxicating draw
towards the darkness

The numbness may be
the best feeling of all
No more pain, heartache
Joy went with her,
the only happiness I’ve felt
the only light in the darkness.

Cast aside
decimated destroyed
unloved, unwanted
Shattered to pieces
discarded, like an unwanted toy

She destroyed me
quarter of my life gone
my money too
from me all joy has left
for with her alone it was found.
She freed me from the riveting darkness
yet it’s tendrils return, they rack
pull and tug.