Poem -

Dead Man's Eyes...

Dead Man's Eyes...

I eat on the same table as regret, honesty and hate!Β 
Starving myself from the truth, happiness is too late,
On Sundays, I'm praying to the unknown breed,
Like an animal to it's prey, I'm hungry for a fruitful seed.

I'm preaching to the world with dead man's eyes, I can see my hearse,
Flowers bloom where I lay, I cant find a way out of this tortured curse,
Like roses that bleed, tears fall as the heart subsides,
Still I wander this earth helpless, living a life being blind.
I walk this land with dead man's eyes,
Dead man's eyes.

Empty seats but shadows appear, ghosts surround my soul with guilty fear,Β 
Voices and demons caress my late night thoughts as the liquid still pours,
Twisted memories of happy laughter, I can still hear a life ever after,
As the rage grows I suppress the urge, I remind the devil, I can live and learn.

I feel the twitch,Β 
I dig that ditch,
Flesh like mince,
A timeless glitch,
Skin that I stitch,
Never slept since,
I feel it coming on,Β 
My thirst is too strong!

Please I surrender!
I surrender to this aching need!
Layers of my skin, I shed only to be innocent,Β 
I plead to the lonely elephant in my hollow cage,
I force this feeling, only to rid myself of this pain,

So I sit at this table spitting teeth out,
One after another like a nightmare in sleepless doubt,
One foot in front of the other, step after step, I walk blind with dead man's eyesΒ 
With dead man's eyes,
Heightened senses of a guilt ridden soul,
Still with empty seats like unforgiven ghosts.
Hear me now,
Please! hear me now,
I'm at the table with dead man's eyes,
With dead man's eyes...

Like 3 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
Sarfraz Ahmed

This is amazing! What a kaleidoscope of colours mixed into a poetic form. Love it. More please I am addicted!Β 

Reply
author
Wayne Stubbs

Wow!! Thanks very much for your excellent comment ????

Reply
author
Being Me

I eat on the same table as regret, honesty and hate!Β 
Starving myself from the truth, happiness is too late,

I love these lines, Wayne! They drew me straight in and I knew I just had to read the rest of the poem. Very dark but very good ?x

Reply
author
Wayne Stubbs

?? thanks very much for saying so, you're too kind! I love those lines too haha ???

Reply
Poem -

43 Years A Man...

43 Years A Man...

I lay awake at night, I'm a very sad man,
I've soaked pillows with my emotions,

I've spent...

Poem -

Dystopian Distraction...

Dystopian Distraction...

Entering a world of the forgotten abyss,
Knowledge of history, re-written to this,
This?...

Poem -

Time...

Time...

A reflection of the devil suddenly stared back at me, whispering words of salvation,
Surely if I...

Latest poems in Epic, Narrative, Speculative, Tragedy, Verse

Poem -

A LOVE DEVINE

A LOVE DEVINE

In the light of the sun, our love blossomed
Kisses like woven petals fell from your lips
How...

Poem -

PUBLIC SCHOOLS IF YOU HATE...

PUBLIC SCHOOLS IF YOU HATE YOUR CHILDREN?

Follow the Path of Five Stations...

​​​​​​You will hear phrases going back to Want Workers Not...

Poem -

BIBLICAL GUILT

BIBLICAL GUILT

Unbelievers use verses to make us feel guilty...

Challenging our knowledge...

​​​​​​A...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com