Whispers in the dark

Reaching hope In endless nights with chill-storming fears, The dark man listens with wrathful patience, A broken step, closer to dying... His joyful cheer, our painless silence. The darkness shivers, when in a corner A distant shy but growing light, Making a bold reach, tries to resurface From ages past and prisons of despair A ray of hope crossing the eternal. Not looking back at solitude’s company She grabs a hold of a fragile human’s hand Ignoring spawns of evils that surrounds them Hope has arisen long lost forgotten. Insanity conjures the hearts of millions Strange feelings that time locked in a bubble With hope’s encounter come to release Rivers of tears, washing our curses The mortal sins fade close to extinction. Bright, the scent of freedom gazes, And kneels before the sun’s due time The storm turns into a breeze of valor Life’s blooming, so proud of man.

 Mistrust Under our bridge the river’s filled with sadness, And calmly, here under our tree, I’m crying,   For now he’s rotten with no leaves and dying, Ripped from the world dusting away the malice, The final days of the evil seeds you planted.   Under a blanket of stars near him, I’m smiling, Remember now! Our ancient love of Sundays, The favorite day, the escape with all the loving, So gone, so far, becoming one of many shadows, Losing my inner self, so tired, I’m slowly dying. Voices and cries, my mind is losing all senses, Trials of insanity I passed them, I’m champion,    Writing my sadness in the blackboard of darkness, No sympathy is needed, alone in silence, not broken, The cold starts to embrace me, it’s over, and I’m leaving.   The casket is lowered; I climb the ladder to heaven, My mother is crying, her hands can’t stop from shaking, The light overcomes me, in flashes the steps seem to linger, She’...

Frozen river Sweet fallen embrace of death come forth, Taste the human’s pitiful sorrow grace, Rejoice in their decadent ways of late, Show no mercy in the final hours of discontent. There is no need for weeping, Children, The reapers grip is quick and painless Salvation lacks of hope and dreams, Illusions fade, just close your mortal eyes It’s time to leave this wretched world. The fields of everlasting glory For which you fought all of your life, Are waiting clearly on the other side The blight of day and calm blue sky, Your turn it’s now, enjoy the ride. You mortals grind shadows of southing future Don’t cry for man, he is but late To catch a train in heaven’s station, Becoming one with loving tension, In ancestral promise of redemption The single thing worth fighting for The warm embrace of God’s reflection.