Sorrow

Our flag rises over their city
A site to me that isn’t pretty
A storm is brewing
The air is cooling
Little drops of sorrow sprinkle my face
I stand here complaining
I’m a disgrace

I lay upon my bed one night,
my head in the clouds, up in flight,
I think about you here and now,
but I cannot sleep because I'm in the clouds,
all the good times we've had,

The needle pierces my skin,
Invading my body.
My lifeblood flows in,
My veins thirsting for it.
My body refuses to survive off the simple blood I was born with,
Now it hungers for another.

Auspicious of Nights
By: Adam M. Snow

On this auspicious of nights,
the children comes with fear delights,
awaken the infant, the newborn kin,
and open the world of pain within,
followed by all sins and sorrow,
as they wait to die this final morrow.

The wolves now vent, cry and howl,
as all children now gone on a prowl.
The moon once full now is shattered,

Broken Lullaby
By: Adam M. Snow

Awaken the children,
let them see,
all agony's within,
and perhaps just maybe,
they would lose all hope,
all their dreams,
all feelings would cope,
not the moon's shattered beams.

Awaken the infant,
the one who's mild,
as the moon once crescent,
now sings to that child.
All is lost,
so it seems,
like floods of life in frost,

Undying Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow

An undying tomorrow;
friends of sorrow;
lay to rest;
on the night of morrow.
Mark of raw;
torments and flaw;
lives on forever;
with silence of maw.

All hearts are broken;
lies are spoken;
the hangman comes;
the gallows oaken.
Death is forsaken;
lives are taken;
no rest for the wicked;
as the reapers awaken.

All eyes are scorn;

On Borrowed Time
By: Adam M. Snow

We're living on borrowed time;
cherished by love sublime;
amaze, are the sights unseen;
and agony is but demean.

We're living on borrowed dreams;
living a life and all it seems;
these words are no longer unspoken;
our lives now unbroken.

We're living a fantasy;
beyond this reality;
to a world we call our own;
for we are no longer left alone.

Loneliness
By: Adam M. Snow

Alone with time left still,
afraid to dream, for it can kill.
Your shadow's your only friend,
and everything else so hard to comprehend.