After the storm

Stem the tides and flowing rivers of blood

The storm has passed and what it has left in its wake

Is to be burnt and forgotten and never to be spoken of


The glimmer of a reflection as I am forced to gaze upon myself

Such wicked and evil ways…

An abomination to be called one of God’s creations…

This is a mockery, blasphemy and an inconceivable curse on humanity

It has to end… I have to stop myself

There really is no way back from where I am

Do not come for me and do not follow

I belong here… here in the dark… leave me be

I will live u need not worry… I will live to see the battle won

Even now I realize that I will die….

Die knowing that I have lived a meaningless and tormenting life

Torment, pain and suffering to those around me

No green pastures grow on blighted soil

For this earth is made embedded with graves

I now know what all these thoughts and pain is for

For the very madness that consumes me…

The madness that I may be human

A sick delusional prank played on myself by myself

Suddenly I make sense… strange how when the hurt is there

The heart over flows with these thoughts

Yet when all is said who may think with a heart

All this could have been stopped had they left me alone as I asked

Solace in loneliness… such comfort has the cold dark night

Not to perturb yet to avoid all contact if only to stop their pain

Please God let me die!!!

My hands are stained with the worst of offences

Yet worst of all my own blood of a wasted life

How does one make the rain stop…?

How do I see the rainbow at night…?

My own reflection is all but a cold faceless void

So now I return to the dusk… back to the shadows

With open arms it excepts one such as I

It is as it has always been

There is a place in hell for me

It is where I belong as I have found no place

No place for me here in this life and no place with God

So let me go now… I will find my way home

There will never be peace here and the rain never stops

Even after the storm