Lyythos's blog: "My []Doems"

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die

Run faster I scream they are gaining ground, Trees whipping past our faces deep heavy breaths the only sound. The dark evil beasts that hunt our very souls, Have us trapped in this place hope fading the darkness taking its toll. Sweat pouring down my face my own blood crusted on my lips, My eyes start to sting I can feel the pain in my hips. Stay with me I scream they are right behind us, I look back and see their black hollow sockets death their only lust. My companion is getting weak the tears are beginning to fall, I can not lose it I must be strong all for one and one for all. I can see a clearing ahead the moonlight guiding the way, As we draw nearer the rain begins to fall washing our own sins away. Give me your hand I yell as I try to reach the high land ahead, The hand never reaches me as my companion falls to the ground dead. I look up and see the nasty beast that just took part of my soul, Its jagged teeth bared at me letting me know I'm next to go. I fall to my knees tired from the pain my heart has endured, I bow my head in defeat my own death about to be secured. As I draw my final ragged breaths, Death stands before me saying its my time to rest. Upon the rain soaked grounds of my very own dream, The soul eater prepares to take another its breath a hot unholy steam. On my knees I being to pray to a god who I know not exists, I can feel the anger start to rise my hands turn into fists. I scream at the top of my lungs I will not go, But the soul eater has other plans as his knife starts to dig its hole. No I yell as my eyes roll up into the back of my head, As blood trickles down my nose I whisper, "Not I but you shall be the one who is dead!" Fueled by anger and hate filled rage I rise up from the ground, The final battle about to start the war for my soul will be engaged. The rain falls harder as I take the knife out of my chest, My very soul my very essence leaks from me knowing soon I will take my final breath. But before I do I take the very weapon used on me and jam it in his neck, With the scream like a evil wraiths my reaper leaves a black mist in his wake. My soul saved from an eternity of torture I slowly fall to the flooded ground, My final breath drawen I hear the rain which is my last sound.

close your eyes, drift down to the field of dreams, where you will stay and find your rest in deep slumber, but blackness comes, sweeping through changing everything, the meadow becomes swamp, the river becomes blood, and there you lie, your flesh cold but still alive, you smiles as life fades from your dream, and the blackness fills your world, this was your wish, to be left in pain alone in the darkness, whispers fill the air, and your eyes close again, "I have found my rest" the words trickle from your mouth and all goes on, but you will never open your eyes again

gripping the sheets pulling all toward your quivering body, holding tight to any, the mind screams "stop this, no more" but it does no good, the demons still come and scream their words, your back arches and all muscles twitch, knowing that you have lost the control of yourself, that your mind is no longer that which you control but the voices, the voices hold all their words echo through the hollow soul, and their claws guide your every move, you scream louder searing the ears of the living and the dead "help me, help" you cry louder, but no one comes no one even cares, and you become lost no longer a being but a lost memory, only your body remains and it goes on, with only the demons inside

Among the darkened skys from heaven... In a moonlit sky there meets... A soft and starbright angel. Twinkling yond above the trees. And set upon the milky stars. The lords garden vast and lush. Amid angelic harps in rhythm. I silenced in a hush. My fingers brushed upon my lips... In a serenade of eternal love. I heard you voice sweet calling me... From the brightest star above. And far church bells chimned for each year you lived. A total of 29 times. An you may have lived them just mortal years, But you live forever in mine. With blearied eyes... I thought of you. Sang in verse all the songs we shared and knew. An I felt your touch and hugs and kisses. Soft and warm in the morning dew. And with the dawn in breaking.. In the air a misty sea, Of sweet floral... soft babys breathe. I know we are together... Eternally. We be. In this life with you there.. Be of no such thing.... Only hallowed loving memories, An with that there is no death. Only what we bring.

Rest your head, Close your eyes, Drift in dreams, As you sing a lullaby. Remember those days? I was so small Rocking in your arms... I knew you'd smile... You do remember. I'm a lot older now... So are you... No don't cry. I know I'm crying too. Foul world, WHY HIM...? WHY CANCER...? Why me...? Why...? ...why? No I'm fine, Grandpa you look tired. Rest your head, Close your eyes, Drift in dreams, I'll sing One... Last... Lullaby.

she reminisced the days when they would lie naked under the cool shade of palms and wade in soothing waters till sundown she reminisced the nights when when he was alive before they went to war on themselves choking on poisons that coursed through their veins when they shot up lit up shut up the countless sleepless nights they had she had cradling his sweat and tear drenched head living through the waves of destruction decomposition and yet she dredged through that rot so sick they were so sick he was so fucking sad she reminisced the laughter without the chokes the wind blowing cool against hot hands and smoke 'aah...this life is a disease.' she thought 'this life is so long gone...' and with that she stepped out her body shadowing the ground, her grave, below.