Romantic Torment

Ship Of Sorrow
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

As I sit here pondering,
I wonder ’bout the morrow.
Will there be sun,
or shall the dark days come now forever?

Inside my mental box,
do I sit here crying.
Cautious as a fox,
yet afraid of death and dying.

With not a soul to comfort my broken heart,
I begin to wonder where things fell apart.
Why is my mind in such unstable rhythm,
and why is the truth just now sinking in?

Come inside and learn of the truth,
that you are an image of your false reality.
I will show you to your booth,
there you can purchase some sanity.

The world spins on, never knowing,
and all the time we keep dying.
Where is this place we shall go?
Where is this place; don’t let me fall.
I will lead you to your path,
then alone you will be.
I will give you one small chance,
make sure not to see me.

I am life, a mockery of death yet to be.
Built to die, what is left to see?
Tears stream down my face,
I realize my sacrileges case.

Hate me not for being a man,
understand I question all that.
Be unto me a soul, not among the damn,
learn my thoughts hidden under the door mat.

The sun is sinking slow,
will I live to see the morrow?
The moon is rising fast,
now comes my ship of sorrow.

© 1998 – 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

Darkness Returns
Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)

The darkness rushes in,
taking me to another sin.
Feeling the emptiness that feels my soul,
where is my deathly home?

I sit and ponder my lack of Loves embracement,
missing the longing touch of Times endearments.
While shadows continue their dance around me,
I continue to live alone unseen.

No one to understand the hell I live,
no one to give a damn.
I continue into the night of loneliness,
and this is where I now stand.

Troubled by the nights I endure,
I lack the salvation to bring me to heavens door.
Instead I pass my time in passion,
feeling the flames lick with their uncanny satisfaction.

When the time comes for death,
I shall walk into its dreamy waters.
Cross into the land of the dead,
and be one with my eternal mother.

© 1998 – 2009 by G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment)