Pain
A broken mirror rests on the warped floor,
reflects a face too ugly to adore, The cold rushes in, it will be dark soon, In this darkened state, he has to attune, He has been abandoned in an empty home, A new chapter in the wall of fate's tome, Born without a mother, no navel or name, His only company, a single word, Pain.
The champagne in a sea of ice, The cork rockets away, once and then twice, Tonight they celebrate like new crowned kings, Surrounded by riches, women, and fancy things, On the outside he smiles, the time of his life, But inside a storm is brewing, one of strife,
nobody knows what these riches have cost,
his one friend to replace the family he lost, Pain.
He is so close now, old, grey and used up, Doubtless, he knows this will be his last sup', Hands once made of iron now soft and pale, His spirit lives on though his body fails, Flowers in a vase now wilted and dead, Like them, he is wasting away in bed, There was only one constant in his life, That tears away like a quickly stabbing knife, Pain.
When everyone else turns their back,
When the final chord plays and fades to black,
When you are just existing, dead inside,
When all you want to do is hide,
When you cannot forget all the heartache,
When your sanity is about to break,
There is only one friend true to his word,
The friend everyone has first and last heard,
Pain.
The Beast
Shortened down to the last fuse,
Living as a recluse,
The dark desire to forsake humanity,
Diving ever deeper into insanity,
Asserted countless times
To justify the crimes,
Your world will never make sense to me,
A hollow spirit is all to see,
You're just filling a hole,
Choke on the burning coal,
I will no longer be a tool of your vanity,
Or put up with constant perversion profanity,
When you talk big, you seem so small,
How far do the high and mighty fall?
How high is your horse when its legs have been broken?
A demon beast, eating his wings, has been awoken,
The beast no longer eats that which keeps him tame,
He is gaining his strength, and you are to blame. I am the beast, and I will stand for What's right,
None will be spared when the beast takes flight tonight.
The No Sleep Mountain
I've been on the crying wall of fate,
Only to come down from my stoop too late,
I've been on the depression hills,
And now all I feel are chills,
As I come to the No Sleep Mountain,
where the tears of broken hearts fountain,
As they lie awake, longing for sleep,
As unending thoughts through minds creep,
But organized are not the thoughts,
That tear minds and in hearts tie knots,
The poets cannot write n'or the singers sing,
Only terrible pain do these thoughts bring,
The no sleep mountain is a mistress cruel,
Its dwellers only surviving on gruel,
You can enter this mountain but never leave,
And never get from the suffering reprieve.
I like the pantameter for Pain, though needs some work on word choice for the iambic factor. Also I think it could have been better off leaving the single "ain" for the very endz rather than the end of each line. Makes it a bit monotonous.
Your themes are very dark and angry as well. Is this just a matter of face value interest or using the works as an outlet?
If the latter, you should consider allowing yourself a work in which you explore those thoughts and feelings.
