Staring out across the murky sea.Fathoms between you and me.Distant lights never seem to fade.The further we travel the more they radiate.Is this a sign or am I expecting too much?Tonight turns into another compartmentalised memory. Guiding hands to where I roam.Still this place is not my home.Too quiet as the days which are yetContinue reading “Died In Agony”
Author Archives: Simon A Jackson - Writer
Monster From Saint
Perforated by every new loss.Each segment offered to waiting crows.When will light shine back through?All this grey is driving a wedge between versions of you.Mood darkening like a maelstrom.Before long an eruption akin to a bomb.Levelling any progress you might have made. Emotion turned in an enemy.Bleeding out where you wanted to be.Savage tongues lashingContinue reading “Monster From Saint”
Time Is My Curse
Why does it feel like I’m speaking to two different people?One is close the other a stranger.Demands and statements are feeling cold.Am I too cynical or have I hit a nail on the head?Not sure I want to know.Fragile is my ability to trust.Another chip might see me shattering. How am I still spinning onContinue reading “Time Is My Curse”
Remember Me
Remember me when I fly into the flames.Calling out for justice to never be undone.Battles having raged my entire life.Misery has become a stage for too many.With hearts shattering like glass hit by a stone.For all these hopes that now feel so alone.I cry these tears I wish would be the last.Cracking from what mightContinue reading “Remember Me”
Distil
This bitter pill, you did distil, to make us choke upon our words. We kill more than you we need and will forever be starving.Every decade our numbers will keep on halving.Now wade down this razor river.Occam knows us to be a quitter.Trapped within these confines of our own making. This bitter pill, you didContinue reading “Distil”
My Last Sunrise
With hell in his eye I saw my last sunrise.Son of a bitch took my life by being a snitch.Too late to change what happened next. Dug my own grave when I tried to defend myself.Tore down these walls only to find I was someone else.For so long I fought but now I am beatenContinue reading “My Last Sunrise”
Revel
I see your beauty in every icon.Close my eyes and you’re right there.Is this obsession that I’m feeling?Or do I love you without a care? Send me a sign.Give me guidance.Whisper your ideas.Don’t leave me silence.For this life is shorter than it seems. To burn these hours feels like sacrificing innocence for schemes. I feelContinue reading “Revel”
Thought Process That Feels Like Affliction
Run through my head a thousand times.Try to block of the thoughts but they won’t subside.Why does my head always play things out.Its like being a dreamer with a mountain of doubt.And all it leads to is second guessing! Stare at a wall only to see a scene play out.From time to time I haveContinue reading “Thought Process That Feels Like Affliction”
A Feeling Grows
It might be a dream but its better than having nothing.I’ve felt that emptiness and its souls destroying.Sucking you dry until all that remains is a void.Leaving such a wound is pitiful by choice. Giving up without risking makes me feel carved open.Only letting in a trickle means its barely a token.Might as well denyContinue reading “A Feeling Grows”
Tales Of Days Once Called Youth
Always wanting what you cannot have.Daunting senses that I can’t grab.Propaganda written in the wheat.Darkest days are far from obsolete. So why all the fighting?What do we strive for?If everything is beyond our grasp, what’s the point anymore? Cause without a goal we float like leaves.Pointless for we have been severed clean.Our time spent andContinue reading “Tales Of Days Once Called Youth”
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