Poems

Gunpowder Halo Over Dead-Man Hill – Song [Wraith]Verse 1Dead-Man Hill’s just a patch of dirt where the grass never quite grows right,Empty beer cans in the weeds, black rings burned into the hillside night,He used to drag his boxes up, king of every bad idea with a fuse,Grinning with a crooked charm, betting his life […]

Grin of the Dead Man’s DealThe deck was cracked and stained with sweat, no gods above, no dealer clean,He stared with coal behind his lids, where spades were sharp and hearts obscene.His hands were bones wrapped tight in skin, a twitch away from last regret,He didn’t blink, he didn’t breathe—just smiled, like death who’d placed

Friends call me to the wild, to leave the pain behind,But how can I run free and wild, with this anguish in my mind?Laughter rings by the campfire, my heart stays far away,In the grip of dark desire, where my broken dreams lay.

Gallows Humor in the FamilyThe diagnosis arrived in the kitchen—my father at the table, the stitchingof the moment where the family learnedthe thing, and my brother turnedto me and said the wrong-right thing,the dark joke in the sufferingof the news, and we laughed together,all four of us, in the weather.Gallows humor in the family—the darklaugh

Endless HighwaysOn this road to nowhere, rolling ‘neh rhythms of a restless rain,Asphalt whispers, winding tales, through windows streaked with pain.Headlights hunting horizons that hide behind the haze,Fueling the freedom of the night, where the road unwinds and sways.Driving down this nowhere path, where dreams and dusk collide,Each mile a memory fading fast, in the

Entangled In A Deadly RomanceTheir Love Blooms In Darkness BoldWithin The Castle’s Secrets VeiledWhispers Of The Cursed Softly ScreamLove Betrayed, Where Shadows PrevailedBound By Blood, Living As If In DreamHis Touch As Cold As Death’s Cold FaceHer Warmth Fleeting Like Dying Flamecomfort Found In Their Dark EmbraceShame They Bear Without NameTheir Love A Curse ‘Neath

Fortunes FrayedIn the shrouded shadows of skyscrapers sky-high,Wealth whispers its wonders, worn as a sly sigh.On streets split by starkness, starkly arrayed,Fortunes and famines, fervently frayed.Beneath the shineing glass, the gilded gate,Poverty ponders, prods, and permeates.The city’s sinew, silently strained,Between opulence ordained and lives pained.Riches rattle in rooms of the revered,While the wretched reach out,

Deck These Halls in Gasoline [Wraith]Christmas rolls up again on cracked tires and bald hope, the calendar drunk on red circles and fake holly bleeding across the month,Stores already played the carols since October and my nerves went threadbare somewhere between “silent night” and the fifteenth limited-time sale stunt,Bells from the church up the road

Dead Man’s EyesThey said you could see the truth in a dead man’s eyes, that final flicker before the light goes out—not some poetic last look, but the raw, unfiltered moment where life slips through cracked pupils like smoke through broken glass,leaving behind nothing but the cold reflection of everything that’s been lost, everything that

Dead Reckoning, sexy, sexual, moansThe world’s been burned to a blackened messThe skies are screaming, there’s nothing leftCities crumble, hope’s a faded dreamOnly shadows dance in the silent screamThere’s no more time to question whyThe stars above have said goodbyeWe’re just drifting in this endless hazeCaught in a hell we can’t escapeDead reckoning, no way