The Devil . . .

A unknown, unwanted aspect of me,

a pitch dark space as deep as sea,

the piercing cry of a broken heart,

creeping down to tear me apart . . . .

Full of aggression, regression,

the indestructible creation,

is the shadow raising parallel to me,

high up in dark, which you cant see . . . .

I feel the pain, and the scrotching heat,

of the raising flame and the burning sheet,

anger, jelousy, hatred and all,

empowers it and makes me fall . . . .

But then too, its a part of me,

I want it to leave and set me free,

its a inhuman human, that I see,

my dark side more powerfull than me . . . .

Silence . . . .

A silence, like death prevails in me.
The hell approaches to swallow down me,
Waiting for death I sit in silence.
Silence, silence everywhere silence.
Silence today, is DARK & SOUNDLESS,
Once it was LOUD & ALARMING.
Everything's dark, nothing I can see,
Today the silence silences me.

The world is quiet, no one speaks.
No bird chirps & no rabbit seeks,
The shelter dark, the Burrow once it lived.
HEAVEN now is a word of past,
HELL's approaching the world too fast.
No human now lives in the world.
BEAST & only BEAST I can see,
The silence everywhere silences me.