Darkness falls upon a corpses shell deep in the coldness of the ground
Chemical transformations inspired while circulation has ceased
Melting flesh pouring off ridiged starved bones, profile slowly decomposing
Your person disappears and you are now just a body
No longer able to be identified, only by dental records
The world keeps turning as always and each day you vanish a little more then the day before
Your spirit stands over your body, not even recognizable
Yet, the old you is lost
Still you behold a smile as the pain drifts off
The bad memories fade, the loniness subsides
A corpses shell you remain
A free spirit you are...

Standing on the front lines of destruction

Famine and solace extinguished life as we know it

Red stained waters rolling upon disturbed sand

The air is lifeless to one's eyes still opened

And silent to the expired

What was once a peaceful retreat has became panicked and strained

The sun isn't shining anymore, it's stuck behind a cloud hiding its tears

The moon no longer shows it's beauty for all to see

The stars don't shine anymore, they've become dull and rusted

The once beautiful ocean has no smile, and her waves don't peak

There is no wind felt, my hair doesn't blow anymore, the world is dead

Standing on the front lines of the end as its only survivor

Shivering and cold, shock has sit in

No blankets, no water, no way of communication

Everyone is gone...I remain on the front line

Staring and standing my ground

Weakened and tired, but determined

Fighting
A
Battle
Only
I
Can
See

Water falls through the cracks of her rough life
Waves of leaves dancing in the dry air as she wanders hopelessly
Lost in a blackened forest where life cant be sustained, hardened soil lusting for rain while withering away
The beauty of a rose garden now a faded memory among broken glass
Grey clouds hover above, never parting way to the sun's beauty, sentencing a soul to infinite sadness
Direction misplaced somewhere along the way, disoriented to normalcy where her mind once was
Fading into the background almost ceasing to exsist, but somehow fitting in perfectly

I hear the battered breathe of the voiceless and the cries of those who roam empty hallways after hours

I see the invisible pain of those who haven't yet learned to speak and the neglect of those who hide in the dark

I feel the loneliness in the one's who claim solitude is just me and the tears behind every smiley face sent

I remember the words typed that were true but then erased and replaced by "I'm great" how everything isn't as black and white as it seems

I know what invisible means to most...cant be seen and it's the invisible that's actually more clear then the visible

Silence is the loudest cry for help...

A year has past, ghosts and goblins approaching fast
Soon the streets will be filled with trick or treaters looking for candy
Every door bell rung is quite dandy
A night where souls are set free, they roam among the highest tree
Pumpkins in many lawns carved spooky and funny, one looks like a bunny
As the night comes to and end, and the spirits are laid back to rest
You can ensure tonight was the best