KnghtWf's blog: "Hell"

Tearing, nashing teeth as his pieced together heart Is torn from his chest, Painful screaming has filled his ears, And it is his own As he sits in the fiery darkness. The smell of brimstone burning his nose And he red swollen eyes stinging in the sulphur-filled stench. Violently shoved past the heavy irons gates, He sits in solemness and writes. The words skipping from each piece of his shattered heart, He catches each one before it falls into the fiery pit. Satan laughs at his indignation And beckons him to enter completely into his realm, Alas, he waits precariously perched on the edge of lonely insanity, And painfully torturous normalcy. His soul aflame with a passion that cannot be extinguished, His heart, even in it's fearsome shattered state, Can only belong to her, As he writes these words, His mind wanders to the place Where he fell into this pit Where he now sits staring into Satan's eyes, And his hearing his own mournful cries As the words escape from his heart. Robert J Nye (2007)

How is it that love Is so easily forgotten? When one minute, in one conversation, You tell me that you do, And its like never before, And then I don't hear from you in days. Whenever, he crosses your mind, The one who ripped your heart, And now he's back, And I have been forgotten. Life has a funny way of introducing Us to a wonderful thing, And we have to choose to keep it, Or to let it go. For whose benefit is this? Is it mine? Or was I just Here to pass the time until He returns? Either way, I have been forgotten. So many have given you the attention you seek, And I gave you my heart, So many hear your voice, But I have been forgotten. Slowly, I slip into a memory. I slip into yesterday, Like the fleeting thought Of what's for dinner. Am I so easily forgotten? The silence gives me my answer, And tomorrow will bring Me further into the past, And then where will you be? In his arms? Wishing you were with me? Wishing that things had been different? Alas, my heart has been a mere plaything, And the love the came forth Simply has been forgotten. Robert J Nye (2008)

Silence sneaks in through the darkness That envelopes him with its coldness The sun no longer provides the warmth To keep him smiling. His heart aches with turmoil, And his mind keeps telling him lies, As he wanders lost on what he thought Was the path to Heaven. Is it true that there is such a place? Heaven - where happiness has no end - He doesn't dare believe, As his faith is pulled into nothingness, And the void is filled with This silent darkness that has invaded. He reaches out for the one that he loves, But she is no longer there, When he needs her most, She has packed and headed to another place, Perhaps she has found Heaven, And will send for him soon. No, she's moved to a place where He cannot travel, For there is no place for him. He's lost in this world Of hi-tech travelers, Where everyone's soul is sold To the highest bidder. He dare not be honest anymore, For he knows it will only bring pain, And the connection that once was, Isn't anymore because she wants to be owned, In the place where one's soul Is sold to the highest bidder. He gave all he could give, And sacrificed more than most would, But he's not the winner- He's the loser, Lost in a place where No one even knows him. No one takes the time, No one dare reads the ramblings Of a man. Shall he stay and fight? There's no fight left in him. Shall he walk away? There's no walking when his heart Is owned by someone That does not know. Silence is his friend now, And his heart slows As she drifts into eternal darkness, Tha-thud, Tha-thud. Tha---------thud. Tha--------------------thud. Tha. Thud. Then, nothing. Robert J Nye (2008)

He listened to the words and they sound right, But then as he slipped into the darkness of sleep, His breathing slowed, and shattered heart stopped beating. Here he lies with the memories and thoughts of what could have been, And tonight, he will not wake the same. The morning sun will no longer shine on his face, And his soul has become dark in his death. He dreamt one last dream, and it was of her, And she took all the rest of his dreams with her. He slept in agony and despair As he attempted to collect the pieces of his shattered heart, And he felt the flame of his soul flicker And turn to a smoldering ember which lost its heat And finally became an ashen lump of nothingness. The words that used to flow forth Are forever twisted in pain, And cut as the leave him. His scars forever to bear in his death. Robert J Nye (2008)

That's what happens when you let your heart lead, You always end up burnt in the end. She says she loves me, But always tells me to hit the road, And it leaves more scars And unanswered questions. No, you're not good enough, Her words say : But it sounds different: "I'm doing this for you" Everyone knows that's not true, It's more than a trailer load Of collected country manure. The stench burns my eyes, The odor chokes away what breath That I have left. My heart shattered beyond repair At the words that cut like a knife, But I should have known. No, I don't drive no fanciful car, And I don't go to the gym Six days a week, And yeah, well, I am only kinda cute-- Oh yeah, and sweet. Sweet like the stench of rotting meat, It seems-- So sweet the gagging begins, And I am shunned- shattered. Demons have invaded my dreams, And told me it was going to happen, But I didn't listen, I didn't want to know the truth, But the truth has cut me-- Sliced my heart into minute pieces That will NEVER be put back together again. Guarded isn't even close to the word needed to describe how I protect myself- The once kind hearted friend, The once "perfect gentleman" No longer exists. Just like my heart. It doesn't exist. There's an empty seeping hole In the spot that once occupied This lion's heart. No longer will there be words of kindness, No longer will there be words of comfort- The organ that once created these has Been torn and smashed Severed from my body in the most unholy manner. So today, I think I will just die. No heart left to beat, The flame in my soul forever extinguished. Robert J Nye (2008)

He sits in astonishment at the words that are spoken, And he cannot even breathe. His attempts draw in only the brimstone burning Acrid air that has accompanied him As of late. How can God take away yet another person From his life? There is only Hell, no Heaven. No angels, no beautiful music. The one man that gave him life, He watches withering away- His father, in his mind, he's not there, His father, in his body, he is trapped, And he can't remember the past, And he doesn't believe in a future. He watches his father disappearing Inside himself, And knows that he has promised His own son that he will not leave him In this way. It's not a distinguished passing, It's not what a man deserves, But this is the life and death that Everyone has left this once great man. He can't handle the pain it's causing, As he watches, a once great man slips into oblivion. Robert J Nye (2008)

Just another casualty of war, He became one today. Maybe it's his own fault, And he's not good enough, But it seems that her own demons Have gotten in the way. Once she said those words, He knew that he had fallen, But he didn't realize that pain That came with it, Nor did he even think it would Have felt like he had entered The flames of hell. He was floating in mere thought Of a fairytale, And then suddenly, He realized it was a grim one. The wolves eat everyone, And the demons are real, And his heart now lay in pieces With nothing to hold it together anymore, He had to be the stupidest man on earth, And he can't take back the words he said, Because he meant them, and he can't take back The feelings he shared, Because they were real. The words that were exchanged, The feelings that were shared, The connections that were made-- They all have been severed violently, They all have been removed. Just another casualty of war. Only this war was a personal one, And he some how stepped in the middle. And now, he's left the battlefield To stand guard at Hell's gate- When everyone see him, he'll be slipping Deeper and deeper into the inferno. Robert J Nye (2008)

What chaos, what agony-- He sits in his own misery Longing to know the touch, Longing to hear the voice, That once led him to Heaven's gate, But he's fallen into the pit of Hell. The flames searing his skin, The nights are dark as the sulphuric ash That now fills his lungs, He can't climb from these depths without her, And he watches for a sign. His soul ablaze with a passion To only be hers, But the demonic warriors Have snatched her heart And broken her wings. She's a fallen angel- She has paid the price of her heart, And he can't find her, To reach her like he did once. To let her know that he will Fight beside her-- To give her the strength she needs, When she feels she can't go on, And when she stumbles, He'll reach out his hand And catch her. But has he fallen so deep Into the fiery inferno That is searing his being, His own heart in jeopardy, But it doesn't matter, He will search for her, Until he can search no more. He'll wait for her to return, And he'll fight for her. Bring on the demons Of past and present, For they are not deserving of her, And not that he is, But he's giving all he has, And he's waiting in Hell To prove to her she is not alone. Robert J Nye (2007)

Sitting in silent desperation, His heart beating slowly and painfully, He watches as everything he thought Was left in dripping wretchedness. He drinks the pain away, But the burning liquor doesn't change his heart. It only coats his morning with a haze That leads to his stumbling through The morning after... ... the morning after... After what exactly? Does he not remember? He remembers the painful words before He pressed the bottle to his lips, And he remembers the sultry attraction Of the next one and the next... It didn't dull the pain... ... damn lying bastards... They don't know anything... country music singers... They don't know the pain that really comes With being in love, Especially if they think that liquor will Dull the pain of a real love lost. Set his soul ablaze and walk away, And watch as he slips into the dark abyss. His heart beating like it never has before, And knowing that it is always hers. Knowing that the wretched pain that he feels Is only because he loves her more Than he realized, And the alcohol didn't dull it. It didn't change anything, He just sits in silent desperation Waiting for the phone to ring one day. Robert J Nye (2007)