Those Who Are Haunted By The Night by TMS
Those Who Are Haunted By The Night
By TMS
Copyright 2013 TMS
Cover design copyright TMS 2013 all rights reserved
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TMS
https://thisistms.wordpress.com
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CUT 1 Introductions
Those who are haunted by the night
Abyss
A serial killers final prayer
Darkness
Edge of the horizon
CUT2 Urban decay
Failure
Sameness
The poor man’s assassin
Familiar faces
CUT3 The Hosts
Hollowman
Her eternity
Spider man
CUT4 Suicidal Respite
Infected
The last silence
White face
CUT5 Hauntations
Untitled madness part I
Untitled madness part ii
Untitled madness part iii
Untitled madness part iv
Youth
About
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CUT 1 Introductions
Those Who Are Haunted By The Night
Sunrise on the streets
Slow rising heat,
In between skyscrapers
Shadows emerging,
Out of the dark,
Into the sun.
Warm,
Unprepared for the warmth,
Still held by the chill.
Clothes frigid,
Bones still cold,
Still owned by the night.
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ABYSS
No one alone can evade it,
No single man women or child,
Can slip through those fingers.
That ghastly grip,
Pulled close to a gnawing embrace,
Creeping madness,
Dirty caressings,
Crawling everywhere.
The stench of a decomposing self,
Breathing onto your face.
Each breath falling like water,
Reeking of waste,
Tasting of decline
At the back of your throat.
Too weak to fight,
The forced kiss
Of the abyss,
Of loneliness.
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A SERIAL KILLERS FINAL PRAYER
Dear god,
I know I lived a fucked up life,
You more than anyone else should know,
But I was good,
God,
I wanted to fly,
I fought and cried to stay good,
Tried not to listen to the insanely buzzing
But the darkness oh lord,
The darkness,
It consumed me,
Rushed down my throat and filled me,
Flowed through my veins,
Spreading screaming madness
Making horrors normal
Since I was young, I’ve felt the rot in my heart,
Small as a larva at first,
Feeding,
Burrowing
Steadily growing,
Until it totally consumed me,
You know and I know,
That you could have saved me,
But choose not to,
Oh well,
I guess it was the chaos of this life’s art.
I’ve killed a lot,
Squashed, gouged, beat, bled,
Without a blink
But if you are god,
And know my heart
You’ll know that I loved them all,
Maybe too much,
And with the rot,
And the madness making me crush,
Every butterfly that I held in my hand,
Blind to my own horrors,
As I saw swarms and swarms,
Of beautiful young butterflies,
Throughout the land...
I’m very tired now
I hope there is a heaven for all of us,
Amen.
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DARKNESS
Sometimes darkness,
Washes over the soul
Like oil
Suffocating all the waves of hope
That we held onto
Turn the tide.
Poisoned water
A blackened beach of a life
Stained forever.
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EDGE OF THE HORIZON
Casually held back by saner thoughts
Loosely tied down by consequence
Lightly bound by belief
Captured by reason
And a fear of monsters
Yet every now and then
I see a leprechaun
And forget that I am chained up,
As we casually chat, sunset
At ease through the greenery
Walking towards the edge.
Sitting, feet hanging over, looking down
At the beach
Instinct telling me that I could be at peace,
I could breath
Leprechaun telling me I could just be
Free,
And live from whim to whim like the sea.
Blink out of the dream
Into bloodshot eyes
Wildly looking down at an ancient land
Where anarchy rules,
Where were from, and where we all belong
Gloomy skies
Sane thoughts struggling to pull me back,
As I gasp for the edge, releasing a war howl
Consequence in its entirety desperately holding onto my chains
As I foam and rage, clawing
Crawling, spitting, fighting
For freedom like a wild beast
Boldly biting,
Bleeding as the constraints of reason cut into my flesh
Smashed by sane thoughts,
Crushed by consequence,
Brutalised by reason,
Beat down deeper into a bloodied pulp,
By belief, until I finally submit
To my masters, and walk back,
Calmly from the edge
Not as a beast, but
As a man
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CUT2 Urban Decay
FAILURE
Fragmented leathery skin
Cracked rotten teeth
Bent arthritic joints
Heart Fading
Pointless tears
The realization of
A failed life
Ebbing
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SAMENESS
Awake five seconds before
The Alarm clock rings
Bucket of a geyser finishes
At the same time
Similar attire
Yesterdays, and the day before, the day
Before, the day befores’ breakfast
Same bleak streets walked
Don’t even have to think
Same pre dawn train
Filled with the same faces.
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THE POOR MAN’S ASSASSIN
Behold the poor man’s assassin!
Guns openly flashing,
Crowds gathering laughing,
As the last breath is left gasping,
The raising of arms
Everyone is clapping.
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FAMILIAR FACES
Skin cell by skin cell slowly transform into strangers.
Gradually unnoticeably hair follicle by hair follicle,
Steadily changing bone particle.
Until it’s too late for you to do anything when you realize,
Feet that had walked the same path with you disappear,
Into concrete steps that have always been in front of your eyes.
Footsteps left on the beach get washed away,
Leaving behind no trace in the air,
Of the sandcastles that you had built the previous day.
This was our land over here,
Over there and there and there
Our nobles used to hold courts, and huge banquets
Were the world would stop. Just to observe the royal patrons
All of that and that and that going beyond was our hunting grounds,
Were the only feet that stepped were ours and our hounds.
We used to define this reality
We were the epitome of society
The top of the hierarchy
We were the monarchy
We were the kings, the queens, with our prince and princesses
Lords’ dukes and duchesses’
Living to be envied, as we fulfilled our fetishes
Existing above the questions
Of mere mortals
Looking around in all directions
Our empire used to spread and touch the skies
And all four corners of the earth beyond our eyes
We lived as if we’d rule forever
And ever and
Ever.
Yet looking around now,
The streets are still the same,
The buildings haven’t changed,
Yet the empire is gone, forgotten as if it never existed.
All the familiar faces are gone, more than gone; it’s as if we were never there.
Now new kings’ queens and their royals rule, on our very same throne.
Taken without force, As if a coup d’état occurred by default.
And we watched on as they walked into a deserted promised land.
As did we to those that came before us.
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CUT3 The Hosts
Hollowman
Sometimes I feel like I’m hollow inside
An empty cocoon without a butterfly
Larvae, or even moth, nothing
Completely Lacking
Void of that dynamic element
That elevates individual trees to a jungle
Sand grains to a beach
Droplets of water to a sea
It’s as if I’m technically broken,
Somewhere deep inside my mechanisms
That thing is cracked, crushed
Or maybe even stolen
Now without it I’ve been reduced to the sum of my thoughts
My actions have become automatic,
Rotating in broken cycles that keep stalling
And stalling, and stalling.
Infinite good and evil echoes
Through the hollowness
Forever reverberating from my ribs.
That human greatness
That trumps science is missing
I am individual atoms vibrating
In empty space
And if you try to touch me,
Flickering it barely back on
By feeling my face
My outer shell will dissolve
Exposing my nothingness
As your hand goes through me.
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HER ETERNITY
I looked into the eyes of eternity and saw nothing
Her look is not classic,
It is timeless, stuck in stone,
In one place, unable to move.
Her dress is not the colour of the moon,
But of dried bones,
Crushed and powdered
And that sway,
It’s not caused by the lightness of the fabric,
But by little hands underneath it,
That move it.
Her shoes are not made of glass,
If you look closely
You will see that the glass is actually fingernails,
Painstakingly pressed together individually
Her tiara is not made of living,
Hers is of dead roses.
Her smile is a smirk
Her skin is as soft as silk but as cold as hell
The beauty of eternity is a myth
I looked into the eyes of eternity and saw nothing
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SPIDER MAN
Handsome face
Super smile,
Deep, thoughtful infinite eyes,
All the feelings,
All the lines,
Drawing you closer.
Closer
And closer
Until but a breath away,
Close enough to see
The smooth skin, on touch flakes,
The smiles automatic and meaningless,
The deep eyes are fixed in place,
Mouth ajar, no palatalizing,
Words coming out already said
From somewhere down the throat.
No rhythm to the heartbeat,
No heat,
As if it was an afterthought,
Touch sinking into chest
Hug too tight.
Head cranking down unnaturally,
Looking up praying to see a man
Every instinct screaming that he’s not
Scream and run away!
Dead face.
Little spiders swimming out of the pupils,
Clouding the eyes.
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CUT4 Suicidal Respite
INFECTED
Young,
Yet caught up in things,
That you can’t go back from.
No big bang
Glorious youthful end.
Death comes in a whimper,
Tears
Painful slumber
Faeces
Nobody to change you
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THE LAST SILENCE
Speeding
Flying
Moving
Drinking
Laughing
Good times flowing
Open roads black glowing,
But for a blink.
Perpendicular twins in the same scenario,
Drive forth through green,
As we cross red.
Buckled seat belts,
Are but strangers in this night,
As steel merges into steel.
A spawn of Satan screams into
The deserted night.
And that’s the last thing that I ever
Heard.
Silent sirens blast onto the scene.
Alternating quiet blue’s and red’s.
Pierce ray by hushed ray into the amalgamated steel beast.
Rushed tiptoe steps,
Mute and un-mute the flow of light.
Into the voiceless abomination.
Still not a sound.
The limbs of the steel fiend that entrapped
Us are ripped out in silence,
By the quietly ragging Jaws of
Were pulled out.
And the non-speaking paramedics
Check vitals.
As I blankly observe there moving
Wordless mouths.
And still hear nothing.
Eyes blinked.
To the left blood soaked to the elbow
Passionate paramedic silently screamed
Hearts pumped.
Dazed wondering eyes catch the wreckage in a noiseless explosion
Time passed.
But I never again heard a thing,
But the screams of the spawn of Satan.
Even in dreams,
When I am supposed to hear the voice,
Of the love of my life;
I see her turn her head,
And smile in the sunshine of the summertime,
And pause.
But when she opens he mouth
All I hear is the scream.
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WHITE FACE
Permanent pressed smile,
Praised pruned to perform
Stumbling, clumsy
Planned steps,
Strip, slip,
Across the ring
Breaks don’t work fall,
Whoops!
Dropped my balls,
Applause.
Bloodshot eyes,
Nobody saw the sad soul,
All that was observed was the
Body and smile
Trailer trash dressing room,
Mirror lights too bright,
Permanent Stale smell of alcohol on breath refreshed,
Third cigarette,
Took off the nose,
Wig off reveals a bald spot
Wet wipes, wiping away the smile.
Till the next Showtime
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CUT5 Hauntations
UNTITLED MADNESS PART I
I started life as a con
And one day decided that I was fucken tired
Of getting flipped on,
So I told everybody that I knew to FUCK OFF!
Thinking about my father’s firearm
But fuck it,
I wanted to die nobly with my chest
Strapped to a bomb
Saluting the old Saddam.
So I kept it cool
Never showing that most of the time, I was PISSED OFF!
At this world that left me so fucken
RIPPED OFF!
By
Tiring technicalities
Who never quite seemed to be on the list of causalities.