Selling black roses

Yellow, blue, or even red,
But the best of them is black,
I am the seller of dread,
Love and piece is what I lack.

Black roses for all you people,
Black like my mind and heart,
All the pain has left me crippled,
With black roses i filled my cart.

You are those that grew them,
So beautiful and black,
You have no one else to blame,
So take them now and pay me back...

A very nice lady, told me after she read one of my poem...
"Oh I see well remember this things happen for a reason and now the love of your life you now can see that is on her way into your life . It is sad that people just up and leave sometimes as though they don't have a heart .And you don't want to stay with someone that has no heart .Look past her and see the one you shall meet will know what love is and she would never walk away. You will know when you see her and she sees you for your hearts will race your mouths will be dry you will not know what to do but you both will know you have to meet .And it will be like you have known each other forever ."

Insane

Insane...no, it can not be,
Or even though, insanity is the path to wisdom, or so they say,
But the path is dark and unclear, as far as I see,
Step by step, I feel that here I can no longer stay,
I can not break these chains that are locked on me,
As I scream and shout, but I feel more alone...day by day,
I want to get out of this and feel free,
I drop on my knees and do what I always do, I pray,
But no one seems to listen to my plea,
Everything around me seems to be so lost and gray.

Cold and dark hours of horror before I left you, dead,
Lying selfless on the concrete floor, drained out of life,
Your eyes fixed upon the ceiling, as your were crying in dread,
You lost your self as we got caught in the midnight strife.

Everything that you have done turned me against you,
Against everything I ever known, and worshiped,
Now I can’t anymore help it but finally give into,
I will let it flash before my cold eyes, before I disrupt.

I still remember your face, as we met, so warm and happy,
But now turned to ashes by your deeds, pumps my heart with poison,
I grab your hand and show you the moon, and ask you angry,
And ask you why it had to end like this, in blood and friction.

You throw me a glance, without saying a word, and turn your eyes at the moon,
And I hear you, as you whisper, silent like a thought, crying on the inside,
Silent but deep, and I feel your heart breaking up, and it will, soon,
I ask you if a feeling still abides in your heart, but you just can’t decide.

With my heart bleeding and broken into pieces, I hang my thoughts,
I take a last look behind, and walk, leaving you cold and soulless,
As you striven not to fall under my claws, but couldn’t stop my onslaughts,
I leave you now bleeding and crying, for help, scared and aimless.

From the wind of the thousand restless souls,

Screams and agony of ages is building in our hearts,

Seeded inside like fiery life eating owls,

Sting the hope of human kind, like darts.

Animated in our minds, they play with our thoughts,

They are those, whom we do not see but always know they are there,

Besieging us always in dozens in hundreds in cohorts,

Open your eyes and try to see them as they glare.

They have no tombs, for they are those that never truly died,

The forsaken of human kind, the souls without hope,

The Godless, inhuman and twisted by the image of what they defied,

Hiding like the animals that they are, hating what they become, they elope.

Old and husky, they lure everyone in their traps, and consume them,

Sleepers of hundreds of years, attracted to us by our futility,

Weak and empty, they have no one but themselves to condemn,

They are thieves of something invaluable, the lives that they take so swiftly.

Frederic Chopin

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The night spreads it's darkness,

And leaves behind another one, hopeless,

Hear as it walks and you fall again, helpless,

You strive and try to fight it, but everything is pointless.

Dark shadows arise and feed on the light of the moon,

Now there is none left here to take away this doom,

These hellish image chokes your soul, as it will die soon,

As the stars of the sky killed away by the sonic boom.

Suddenly the earth opens, and demons arise from within,

And you now realise that your body is so weak. so thin,

The concrete blocks are now shapeshifting and eat the esence of life,

The scent of death is everywhere, and cuts through your nostills like a scythe.

The earth trembles and fire is burning the sky,

The air mourns for the souls of mortals laving only the husk,

You close your eyes and hope to wake up or die,

Hoping for the sun to rise, but its only the dusk...