The Devils Game

Finding the darkest of the pleasures in the brimmest of the lights,
In the covered sheath of the cold waters,
The hair start to rise in the midst of her shadow,
The devil, seen in the winds, won’t wait for the tomorrow,

Hideous may be the reality of the truth yet to uncover,
There were lost souls amongst the clouds and not a single flag to hurl,
The lands were covered with ice and snow,
No remorse, the dead walked with the darkest glow,

Roaming wildly, yet searching for the pinch of freedom to taste,
Streets filled with fire had no space, there was no time one couldn’t waste,
Stressful the danger lurked ahead on the way,
Even the gods couldn’t save them in the dark of the days

Singled out by the thought of defeat,
Dead bodies saw their heads rolled down to their feet,
The blood spilled, covered the lands with the flood of fire,
One shot to the veins and the miser couldn’t wish to get much higher

Crusty Rusty Love

Through the thin crusty layers of ice,
The love was so fragile that I could see its sudden demise,
Covered by the flakes of past, the snow was plain,
Lost amongst the shadows were the sweet memories of ours washed down the drain,

Sinned the last summer, winters came heavy on,
The rush was too much to handle the forces were heavy and strong,
The open heart, punctured by the thought of separation dried,
What so ever may be the reason, efforts made so much nothing more could be tried,

Assumptions of a lovers broken heart, traumatized by the pain,
The million battles everyday fought amongst ourselves,
Dwelled into a war brought miseries and tears to dry up again,
To the blacks and the raging white was divided my soul and the every part of me,

The weekly sun came into too late to burn the puzzle left on the tracks,
Breathing heavily under the rains of the hidden love,
Cemented by the rage beneath, filled up the widened cracks,
Drifting slowly into the deep abyss, my hands emptied the pockets in the gloves.