How far apart do I have to be from you
to be something remotely valuable,
or even just a stain on your beige dress?
For when you take it off,
every stroke of wind against your body,
makes you quiver and say my name.
How far apart do you have to be from me
so I hear that sound loud and clear
as if it comes from within?
I don’t want an answer,
For the truth will make me believe
that the distance between us is
immeasurable; impossible to cover.
Hell wasn’t as pretty as I expected.
Nor was it as bloody as I inspected.
Fire, fire, fire all around.
Only fire was beneath the ground.
I learned how to survive,
Without food or water, how to strive.
Survival used up my humanity.
It ate up my personality,
Turned me into an unstoppable beast.
There’s no breaking free from
The grasp of hell; you get addicted
Addicted to outperform everyone, everything.
It will run in the blood.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES PART X)
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Death
Right in the middle of the room,
He wore a ring; one of the four horsemen.
There was something different about him,
He was calm, too tall and too slim.
A bargain was on the table.
A soul for a soul was what the human demanded.
To the folly of the human,
Death was to be requested; not demanded.
Death rose from the table, high and above all.
Touched his ring, and everyone else came to a fall.
Walked out the room; dissatisfied,
Everyone else followed his stride.
Except one, who lay there, dead,
He had messed with the greatest of them all.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES PART IX)
Deep in the layers of hell was purgatory,
A world which housed evil of all times.
And a devil above all the ordinary,
That could only be woken up by a chime.
An abomination was all it was,
Darker than evil, mourning every breath.
Killing without a stop was its only cause,
One just had to appreciate its stealth.
But I was human; I found a way,
To get past its witty ways all through the night.
Tiptoed my way as sleep kept it at bay,
Chimes rose as my body trembled with fright.
I slipped into hell well within time,
Before I drowned in a list of crimes.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES PART VIII)
Befriending a monster
Comes with a challenge
That when you have no choice,
Two monsters confide.
Whether they bring wrath or peace,
They decide.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART VII)
From the Messenger of the Underworld:
“Corruption grasps its prey,
Be it alive or dead.
Don’t come down here,
Unless you long to die again.”
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART VI)
Darker than shadows,
Visibility Zero,
Hell it is indeed!
Purgatory opens,
The gloom settles above,
It is here; death.
Grim from looks,
Mysterious like it is,
It calculates its prey.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART V)
There was a man named Jack Bell,
Who had once tripped and fell.
Into the house of a whore,
Didn’t knock the fucking door.
Now he waits at the gates of hell!
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART IV)
Come all ye dead; poor, little dead
Death comes with misery, the day y’all dread.
Cruel as it is, ancient as it is.
Come all ye fools; poor, little fools
Hell awaits your visit with long bloody pools.
Cruel as it is, ancient as it is.
Come all ye fearless, poor, little hearts
Wait till fear takes over your body parts.
Cruel as it is, ancient as it is.
Come all ye humans; poor little humans
The monster inside can’t wait to pounce at these demons.
Cruel as it is, ancient as it is.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART III)
The gun shot deafened me,
I knew the killer preferred me.
Fell to the ground,
Impatiently waiting for the hound.
I could taste the heat,
As my body commanded ‘retreat’.
Heaven or hell, there was never a doubt,
I knew I was hell bound.
Suicide has a way,
A way to get to you somehow.
It takes you straight to the doors,
Behind which the demons growl.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART II)
Always questioned the existence and role of afterlife,
For I never understood suffering or the absence of heaven
Neither the presence of love for which any sacrifice fell short.
(AFTERLIFE SERIES- PART I)
After all these years
Of drought,
Of dirt and dry,
Is that… the rain I hear?
Cold hearted, he walked toward his target.
He was fame.
Every memory fresh in his head,
He was a killer by game.
No power, no weapon along,
He was walking in his cape so long.
Dreading the future; his next kills,
Wondering how he would pay the bills.
Cold hearted, he walked toward Larry,
Calculating the sin he had to bury.
Just then, Larry entered the hospital
His killer just had to budge a little.
Larry stopped by a window,
Inside was his daughter.
So pale, so feeble,
So far away from laughter.
The assassin left the building,
Because he was fame.
He knew his next kill,
The one who put him in the game.
The river flows on
Day, night; farther and farther
Holding it’s tears back.
Strolling alone in the depth of the night,
No cash in hand, with no one in sight,
My mind wants to think what led to this,
But I know this journey ends without a fright.
Drifting through the snow, the moon up high,
I walk through the clouds, the air so dry,
My mind wants to think what led to this,
But my heart seems to have a cry.
I failed this road, this path comes to an end,
O I wish I had some more time to spend,
My mind wants to think what led to this,
But death is no more a struggle, it’s a trend.
Thought I was still a child,
But then the world just turned around.
My fever was still so mild,
When my brain just tumbled about.
I used to love the rain,
But then the clouds just turned to white.
Gave all my blood to win,
But then the win didn’t look so right.
The grass was always green,
Then came the drought to feed.
The world was ruled by Gods,
Until science just took the lead.
Peace used to be just our motive,
Now violence is the key.
Good used to be good,
Until bad just became a need.
This life used to have a pleasure,
Until survival became our route,
Thought I was still a child,
But then the world just turned around.
The mob hurls toward our way,
Scared out of my wits,
I think twice before trembling.
Standing against the wall.
Listening to windows breaking, people screaming,
I count my last seconds.
I hear the door banging,
Thinking what to do, I kneel on the ground,
Crawling under the bed, I wait for the blast.
Fell on the ground a bottle on fire,
Blasted the power out of my ears,
I was under a ton of rock.
Somehow I got up screaming,
Gathered myself and realized where I was,
Twisted arm, that’s all God had accepted.
I looked out the window, saw the mob,
Still killing, destroying the precious lives,
They had a motive but a devilish one.
Controlled by the anger, they had started,
Executed half the city,
But when that hangover wears,
Even their souls won’t pay their debt.
Drugs come in different forms
Your beauty one of them
Blows my mind like a raging storm
It’s like the shine on a gem.
Your eyes have a depth
They’ve dealt the wrath of this world
The fire that they have felt
It’s good that they were still curled.
The bright light that you carry around
Makes the world a better place
Gives me a motive to stay around
Think I would follow without a trace.
Bring home the soldiers, bring home the glory
Everywhere we see, there is blood, there is gory.
Bring home the greatness, bring home the chants
Forget all those cries, those tears and rants.
Bring home the fame, bring home the name
It was just a suffering that went before it came.
Bring home the saviours, bring home our boys
Because tonight is the night when we pump up the noise.
Bring home the family, bring home the greetings
Now we know, we can deliver some huge beatings.
Bring home our unison, bring home our passion
Because the world knows we won in a great fashion.
The glow in your eyes,
The silk in your hair,
The light in your path,
Oh I wish I was there.
The pulp in your advice,
The cry in your prayers,
But now I can hold your hand,
There is nothing to despair.
In the seven billion, we are two,
United for now, united forever,
Let’s bring this world down,
With the knights of your clever.
Blossom the path that I tread upon,
flicker dim the lights where the dead souls lay.
Fly away from the failure which we have experienced,
where once those dead souls used to sway.
Success has its own way of coming to us,
the way no one could figure out yet.
Complaining and wailing for the success next door,
not knowing in whose window it had crept.
Blowing and blasting the theaters where they show those who succeed,
covering everyone’s mistakes to make sure they do not bleed.
Coming our way is a revolution, something no one would regret,
because to find that path to success, no one broke a sweat.
Beautiful tapestry of stars,
Mesmerising sunset over the horizon,
Dewdrops on those leaves,
That sea standing by Poseidon.
The howl of the wolf,
The flare of the sun,
The tick of time,
All of it has already begun.
Hunting down the last hour,
When it all doesn’t matter,
But nature’s beauty is something to cherish,
Not something to scatter.
Glitters run through my mind,
Breathing the fire of excellence.
The excellence which has nothing in hand,
Other than root destruction.
The destruction which doesn’t destroy
But feasts on my faith.
The blind faith that isn’t faith,
But the same gloomy excellence!
Thinking of a better way to live my life,
driving down the road of mistakes.
Wanting to race for the race of life,
while my car is still underwater.
I want to be on my way,
Don’t want to be a tourist anymore.
The time is now, for opportunity and chances,
To keep my brain intact for the last of my glances.
I am caught up in the sea,
As alone as I can be!
Water is all around me,
Surrounding me, protecting me!
I look up to the sky
The clouds give me a cry.
The land in front of me is full of treasure.
But why should I go there when there is no time for leisure?
I am a soldier, a human being like you.
But I am not the only one who is stuck in the blue!
I am not stuck, I am just free.
Because I am not coming back, I am happy where I can be!
Higher I go,
Success becomes compatible with my heart rate!
Elevation, elevation
Scared of more Celebration!
Time to sit back,
Time to stop!
No, I won’t stop
Until I kiss the top!
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