Sepulcher

Standing atop the hill
Where she fell
Where her beauty and her soul
In the sunlight do dwell

It is here that I walk
Alone until its dark
Then I lose myself
And my mind falls apart

Did they take her
Up this clumsy way
In a lonesome hearse
On a cold winter day

Or did they let her headless
Lump rot, in the sun
And then build a sepulcher
And call her “the one”

I wonder what that angel thought
The one whose smile is etched in stone
Deep down she might have cried
For the girl who died alone

These walls grim at my touch
Behind the dirt and grime
Tell a tale of a beauty
That stood the test of time

She was a thought
A story to the empty hearts
A few worthy words
Painted into someone’s art

One day she fell in love
With the mirrored reflection
Of her own beauty
And its flawed perfection

When I now look upon
The same silver screen
It simply shines the mighty road
And sees right through me

That life that went away
Silently in a guillotine
It still lurks around here
Floating on the night breeze

Today she lies
A pile of broken bones
Among friends and foes
Buried under the same stone

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I walk down the path
Passing by each goodbye
Walking among the hearts I broke
and those who made me cry

I walk the empty roads
Till dusk beckons me home
I look around at the last of light
Back into my sepulcher I go….

The Chair

I have seen kings fall
knights gone cold
I have seen evil
in both the young and old
Days when blood and sweat
and the stench of death
were too much to bear
for those who saw their last breath
I have seen the ones
with murderous rage
begging for mercy
at the pearly gates
I have seen those
who made peace
tried their own sins
and took death with ease
But what they know not
is what lies in wait
they think they rest in peace
with souls unafraid
I see things they don’t
I see him standing there
All those who come to me
are damned to the reaper’s lair
P.S: Photograph by jithinrk 🙂

Cracks in the Mirror

It stares right back
this empty face
like a train dead on its tracks
or a barren horse race
The punishment is written
the scroll is ready
under the sins undone
my head feels heavy
The shackles don’t hurt no more
like I always belong here
but there are shadows at the edge of the doors
inside my mirror away from here
Death isn’t far away
a day, a month, it’s all the same
someone always has to pay
for an evil end to a deadly game
It’s the last word
the mirror has seen the end
the face, it speaks in a voice unheard
it says, “I am innocent.”