Gone - A Poem

Stalking the shadows,

I make love to the night.

Worshipping the black,

The darkness is my guide.

Sharp shards of my dreams

Cut deep into my mind,

I'm trying to forget

The hope that I can't find.

Hope bleeds from my heart,

As I reach your frozen self.

A solid memory from my past,

That left me when I fell.

Illuminated by

The big yellow moon,

I stroke your empty face

Like ivy strokes a tomb.

“Sorry...” tumbles out,

A few times, I say it.

But like stones upon glass,

The word has no effect.

Then I close my eyes,

And tell you I was wrong,

But I find that I'm too late,

For when I look again,

You're gone....

Whatever Happened To....? - A Poem

Am I a shadow or a man?
A whisper in the night?

A black hole or a star?
A legend on a plight?

Do you know who I am,

Better than I know myself?

Do you have all the answers,

To help prise me from this Hell?

Do I live on when I'm not there,

On your lips or in your dreams?
Or do I not exist at all,

Once I leave you life-stream?

Am I as noble as you say I am,

Or am I just a fraud?

Am I bitter, weak, and empty,

Or 'The Evil OverLord'?

Does my make-up make me,

Or just help to create me?

Black pits around my bright blue eyes -

Do they reveal the fake me?

Do I really choose to just wear black,

Or has black chosen to wear me?

Will I ever find true happiness,

Or drown in melancholy?

Questions all, but answers none,

As vacant as a dying sun

That once burned brighter than the rest

But now is fading into the past...

Will they speak my name in years to come,

Discussing my life story?

Or will they sit beside a fire,

Asking, "Whatever happened to Cory?"

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

The Pain I Feel Makes Me Love You Even More (You Be The Rose, I'll Be The Shade) - A Poem

Sprawled out in the sun

Like a pretty little coffin

(With dainty purple roses

Painted on the sides),

You wait for me to dig a hole

Six foot deep and six foot wide,

Where we can lie forever -

As the rest of the world goes by.

But my fingers can't grace

Your furnished, well-kept surface -

Death just out of reach,

My willing burial denied.

I ache from trying to touch you -

A futile attempt at an impossible connection.

And yet somewhere in this shade of grey,

Must lurk an answer to my pain.

Indeed, I shan't rest until I've stolen

All the colour from your eyes,

Like you stole the love from my heart.

I can't let you go alone -

To lie, solitary, my Purple Rose,

Without this Black Shade to veil you.

And I can't let you make me cry,

Because beneath my make-up

Is nothing, nothing at all.

There's only one way

To drive this Shadow from my soul -

Me and you together,

Buried, and whole.

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

Can You See Me Now? - A Poem

 

Life churns noisily around me

Like an unstoppable Vortex -

And I am trapped in the centre,

Ignored, Unwanted, Invisible.

Laughter springs joyously

From the mouths of my tormentors,

As they walk right over me

Like I'm a long-forgotten grave.

Shaking, simmering, seething

I can do nothing but wait

'til my mind blows and shatters,

And my eyes blaze Hellish red.

Give me a gun, give me a knife,

It's time for me to end your life.

I step out of the heart

And into the hurricane,

Disturbing the flow

That you have created.

Dead eyes gaze back at me -

A mass of unfeeling zombies

Trying to make some sort of sense

Of what I'm about to do.

I was never so bad,

Would never hurt anyone...

But you pushed me,

Shoved me over the edge.

I have a gun,

I have a knife.

It's time for me

To end your life.

Hell burns through my veins, and how!

Listen up people, can you see me now?

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012