Dark Pages

Dark pages that flip to tell my story, inked in blood still oozing from open wounds,
moments undeserving a 'sorry', dark shadows still hiding those viscous hounds,
war trodden beauty now drenched with the smell of death,
the sound of guns firing bullets of fear that fall to the earth,
but not before they rob me of time and precious breath

                                       in that moment

i tasted the bullet as it hit my pallet to leave a world of the living dead,
yet they mourn for my sweet release, a night i will not miss.
in this place a rose is just but another thorn, it's color and beauty all but gone,
Drowned and twisted beyond recognition, the sad truth of humanity
Rain falls like incessant tears, a pathetic release from this insanity

              A million voices muted in turmoil,

a right to life refuted
Eyes furtively look upward for release, death welcomed like a kind disease
A shuddering end to a story no one wants to hear, chapter closed
And though my story ends here, a million more bodies will be disposed
An inexhaustible nightmare that replays tormented screams that still rise shrill,
Where there is life, death breeds too.

                                       A million more dark pages to fill.

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chapter 1: dark nights of horror...

by Mc N o r r i s and Wilhelmine

From One Man To You...

I know of the shame and the guilt, darkest of nights that tore your innocence away. Dark secrets you were forced to keep that still haunt you even today, things you cannot share even with the closest of companions. I do understand the hurt and the pain that every man has caused you. A beautiful sweet flower yet they trembled you under foot, now you feel like a rose on the ground left to wither in the scorching sun of contempt and bitterness. They all told you lies, one after the other, reaping away a part of you as they ravaged through the garden that is you and left, one after the other.

 Kindness that only sought that which is between your thighs. The only truth they told you is that you are beautiful yet they never showed you just how much. They only saw an escape for their desires, an object for their pleasures, satisfied they rolled over and fell asleep but yours was not sleep but a deep darkness that fell over you time and time again. Nights when you wished it was day and days that you wished were nights without any comfort and after all you had no need of such trivial things in life as comfort. I know and I do understand. Look what they have done to you, they have taken every little star that used to twinkle in your bright stunning eyes and made your smile as cold as the heart that you carry. They have muted the sweet sound of giggles and laughter in you now a dark silence prevails.

 Your conscience blames you and you seek justification for all that has happened to you that you think you have done. Everyone else doesn’t know and if they knew they would judge you even without saying a word but I understand and I know. Love is but a fantasy, a fragment of one’s imagination and you dare not indulge in such a fantasy. The world has told you that the greatest love of all is to love yourself, yes the same world that hurt you, but you are still lonely left to your own shadow for company in that conceited self love.

     I know and I understand yet it doesn’t have to be that way. You don’t have to shed another bitter tear or live with feelings of resentment, guilt and regret. You don’t have to hide those demons of a past so tainted and blemished- You don’t have to hold on to the pain! You don’t need to rely on your own failing strength and carry a shattered world on your shoulders. You need a friend, you need hope to live again, you need a father, and you need a love that gives the peace that you are seeking. I promise you there is going to be a brighter day and there is One who has already created that day for you with thoughts of love and most tender care just waiting for you to consider Him. His name is Yeshua.
 He knows and He understands far much more than what your reality assumes.....this I know!

by Mc N o r r i s