The Reapers Final Victory

The Reapers Final Victory

The blowing wind, chills me to the bone; has the weather changed, or is it from feeling so alone?

The days drag on, and the night’s longer still; how easy it would be, to watch my red blood spill.

Miles of vision, in every direction I see; searching for the one, that will come and complete me.

Shadows of death, across a moonlit sky; from the depth of my heart, I whimper and cry.

I dig and I claw, through the dirt of the crypt; completing a home, for my soul to be shipped.

Maybe my body, will be absorbed by the earth; I’ll nourish the forest, and be of some worth.

No sympathy hugs, nor pity I seek; for I’m just used up, and tired and weak.

I’ve tried all my life, to do the right thing; but lost what I’ve loved, because them I couldn’t bring.

I gathered my things, and drifted away; they didn’t even care, for my heart they did play.

So years have gone by, and alone I still sit; counting the days, before I finally quit.

The rustling of leaves, as the summer dies; makes me question my choice, since this is my prize.

The seasons can pass, and be reborn; but that’s not a choice, when you heart has been torn.

I’ve searched for a way, to heal my soul; but I think I’m too deep, in the pit of this hole.

I’m just a message in print, or a voice on the phone; no hand to be held, or love to be shown.

How long can I live, when I’m not complete; I wish I were just words, and I could hit delete.

I’m worn out and weary, with this life I’ve been cursed; for I live in this darkness, and have seen the worst.

No answers to find, with no questions left; if you have any compassion, make my life your theft.

Don’t drag out this pain, to give you a show; it’s all just a rerun, with an ending we know.

Throw in a twist, that will give them a shock; just show me the cliff, and I’ll go for a walk.

Free as a bird, so I can finally rest; no beat of a heart, in the depth of this chest.

A smile emerges, as the reaper appears; for he can’t hurt me no longer, after all of these years.

With a grin of his own, he groans out this sound; the love that you seek, tomorrow you would have found.

Ronnie H. Lee 10/31/2014

Existence

Existence

Demons and Devils and desperate desires; formulate fear, in fermenting fires.

Panic and palsy and pulsating pains; grips and grinds, in groaning graves.

Hoards and hemlock and hounds of Hell; scar and shred, in shimmery shells.

Loss and love and lonely lives; toss and turn, in tormenting tides.   

 

Ronnie H. Lee 10/21/2014

I Wish You Could

I Wish You Could

Can you see me?

Sitting alone in the corner.

Can you feel me?

Gazing into your soul.

Can you hear me?

Crying in the night.

Can you smell them?

The flowers that fill the room.

Can you taste me?

Pressing against your lips.

I can still smell.

The sweetness of your skin.

I can still hear.

Your heartbeat echoing in my soul.

I can still feel.

My love for you that never swayed.

I can see.

Your tears because I’m gone.

Why couldn’t you want me when I was still alive?

Ronnie H. Lee 10/13/2014

Finally Home

Finally Home

Which reality, is the one that’s real; am I allowed to choose, based on what I feel.

I wake each day, to a firey Hell; from the peaceful bliss, with an Angel I dwell.

I close my eyes, and dance with a Goddess; I give her the world, with all the love I promise.

But how cruel it is, to have to wake; to feel her absence, as I start to ache.

I see a world, where hatred runs free; and the greed of mankind, is an ever darkening sea.

I want to slip back, into a coma with thee; where my soul isn’t screaming, and my heart feels free.

It hard to explain, a curse from so deep; I cry from my core, till the twilight of sleep.

This can’t be living, with all of its pain; I might as well exist, in the Reapers Domain.

I wonder if, you dream in death; or will she fade forever, if I don’t take this breath?

I want a life, where love’s the cure; where I can sleep and wake, and feel secure.

What is a dream, with all of its peace; where your soul is at ease, and your Demons cease.

I will choose this side, with the Angels and fairies; where I’m not all alone, and my love she carries.

Why should I wake, to a world on fire; where death and destruction, is everyone’s desire?

Who is to say, which one is real; which one is free, and which can I steal?

One is a dream, where I know I belong; where I know I am loved, and my soul has a song.

A nightmare in Hell, is on the other side; where dreams and desires, have been broken and died.

I want to sleep, but don’t want to wake; with each new day, a little more hope they take.

Am I really awake, when I think I’m asleep; is my mind a prison, with my thoughts this deep?

I’m weary and tired, from this battle I fight; I just want the strength, to find my forever night.

To close my eyes, and never return; to a world like this, where all I do is burn.

Is it so wrong, to take this way out; when the next words I hear, is what life’s all about.

I’m getting so tired, in this torment I roam; I close my eyes now, and hear “Honey you’re home”.

I finally can choose, to find my way; in this Garden of Eden, with this Angel I’ll stay.

Ronnie H. Lee 10/4/2014

Bullying

Bullying

Bully’s exist, and effect our life; with their words and actions, that cause us strife.

The thing you don’t know, is their really afraid; so buried down deep, their anger they trade.

The fear they cause, to the ones they abuse; is because they’re not taught, there’s other views.

They hide behind, the cruelty they give; and never think, of how others will live.

Verbal abuse, is just the beginning; they think if you’re crying, then they are winning.

Physical trauma, is next on the list; when their words aren’t working, they move to their fists.

Mental torture, may not damage the skin; but the scars they cause, are buried deep within.

Bullying is, a major issue these days; action is needed, it’s not just a phase.

They start when they’re young, and need to be taught; so as an adult, an abuser they’re not.

Imagine a life, when you’re abused every day; when no one will listen, or cares what you say.

You stand there and take it, and hear some laugh; but you’re left all alone, no one on your behalf.

You think this is normal, because no one will help; they all turned a blind eye, when you let out a yelp.

Now what kind of message, do we send to others; when we won’t even defend, our sisters and brothers?

Now imagine a child, that’s scared every day; because you made it ok, to be treated this way.

Do you think they will find, the peace they deserve; or wait for the bully’s, to give what they serve?

They hate the life, that they have to live; for everyone takes, with nothing to give.

As an adult, this is hard enough; some fight every day, to deal with this stuff.

Some don’t make it, because of a bully; because a bully becomes an abuser, and destroy you fully.

A child deserves comfort, and not told it’s their fault; so they bury the emotion, and take the assault.

How would you feel, if you didn’t say a word; and you let a bully persist, with the abuse they transferred.

So come to find out, the day that had past; was too much for that child, so they made it their last.

Ronnie H. Lee 10/2/2014

The War Within

The War Within

I have dipped into the depth of my soul in search of what is haunting me. The visions of the ghouls that surf my soul and the gnawing from the hounds that feed on my hope, have sent shivering shrieks to my core. I have stumbled past the memories that scar my heart and the corpses of my shattered dreams. The irreverent forms of death stand tall as they mock me and draw me deeper into their abyss. I am now faced with the reality of fighting for my life from within this tomb of torment. Every vision more horrific then the last. The rotting stench of death seeps from the marrow of my deteriorating bones as the keeper of souls lays out my life for a feast on his formal dining table. With polished pitch forks and goblets from skulls, he picks away at his meal while I watch myself being devoured and feel every slice as he peels the nerve fibers from my flesh. I scream out in agony with the question, “why?”

 I have experienced the trembling and shakes before but now understand it is the outward signs that are witnessed as the internal screams cannot be heard. With Black Death for eyes, flesh dripping from his claws, and the stains from well drained veins on his fangs he resonates with the sounds of millions of tormented souls, “because no one wants you, a lonely soul is my playground and I will drain you to near death without releasing from my grasp”.  He grins at me as he says, “you will heal, you will feel better at times, but that is just so the next round will be that much more painful for you and pure pleasure for me”.

I have been warned about asking a question I didn’t want the answer to but now I know. I have peered into the abyss of my own dying soul and am more lost now than when I started. I am more in tune with the war that rages within me and I feel sick with every breath I take, as it is just feeding the Demons that devour my being. I stand at the edge of enlightenment and I am held back from diving of this cliff as the Death Dealer has not finished his meal of me yet.

I look strong and beastly on the outside but internally I am emaciated and broken. I pray for the will power to beat these hordes or for the strength to break his grasp and let me plunge to the firey depth of my demise. It is hard to believe the cost when love passes you by.

 

Ronnie H. Lee  9/21/2014

Life

Life

The silent war that rages within my soul is one of enlightenment. A life of loss has transformed my future into a dead end. The never ending path I follow is scarred with the impressions of my ghostly footsteps that deepen ever increasingly, with each journey around this maze of torment. The wounds I have endured still seep blood through the unhealed crevices of my heart and scream the story of my life. I am battered, beaten, and broken as I claw my way to that final resting place among the rotting roots on this trail. I have seen the glow from the moon up high and it is quite Fancy. She has brought me comfort, as it shines on my weary body but remains a cosmic beauty to be seen and never enjoyed, like everything else in life. I have lost track of where I begin and the suffering ends or if there is even a difference in the two. I was born a person with the same hopes and dreams as everyone else but didn’t realize until later that I was the embodiment of Torment. I scratch these words out with the last essence of my life, in hopes that I will live on in the souls of the beautiful people I never got to experience. Search for balance and find peace before the reaper becomes your master.

 

Ronnie H. Lee 9/19/2014