Phoenix

A skyful of emptiness inside
a heart, stabbed to no end.
A scream choked in the throat,
to pain bespoke.
Eyes dry as sand flats
in the season of drought.
And a mind torn to shreds
by the hounds of hatred.
The wheel has turned
over and over my flesh,
the tower struck and lit
by flame, left but
immortal ashes behind.

Neo hell

The only thing I hate is a black heart,
pumping vile words and curses with every breath,
sowing seeds of discord in thick skulls,
which soon erupt as ugly boils of violence and incontinence.
There is no escape from this darkness,
dark age and dark deeds follow her trail,
eventually there will not be a speck of red and white left,
just Martyr's blood and lover's bones.

Wonderland

In a hall of mirrors I'm trapped,

The shadows are not my own,

Mirpeople like sirens move

In and out of view, 

Their ample hair and blood red lips

Are strewn with quicksilver dew,

As they gather, fast and hard

And scatter away from the heels 

Of reality which comes in white coat and 

Pretentious smile of condescension,

Only to come back, doubled in strength 

And grotesque shape of lost monsters

Of the romantic mind, locked

In a tower where no key would turn again.