My own Hell, My own Internal Waste

Upon this dread
I feel so high
Falling down
Descending from the sky
Burning up as I fall from grace
Twisted in turmoil
Abasing my own fate
You cannot save me
It's Too late
My own Hell
My own internal waste


Raven Rage Nightly

Terms of this Doomed Endearment

Oh, How compatible we were
The very day I noticed you,
Smiling at me, Winking ever so alluringly
Looking ever seductive
Luring me into your own fantasy world
A world I finally felt accepted in

The day we met
Oh how I remember it well
The day you took my innocence
How secure I felt
Feeling your essence
Surge throughout this body
Goosebumps, Such Goosebumps
Such a satisfying experience to say the least

How you made me laugh, Cry, Scream, Yell
How you gave me both Heaven and Hell
The perfect sphere of a bi polar romance
Hypnotizing this mind into a merry-go-round
One minute I am on a white horse
The next minute on a black horse with red eyes
While the clowns of time watch me
Laughing at all of my strengths and weaknesses
That I left wide open for their very own amusement

Oh, And we had our fights
But you always knew how to get me back
Showing me the harsh realities of life
Getting me to feel high, low, beautiful, ugly
Freeing me of any personal oppression
So you could lure me back in
Ah, Such a game you loved to play

Death, I see through you
No longer am I your whore
In fact I use you now
For my own amusement
You are nothing but a fictional character
Of the sometimes true stories I tell
And it will always be foretold
Till the day my fate fades away naturally
And not by my own hands

You will have to do the deed yourself

We’ve had a long relationship Death
But now I have moved on
In love with life now
And the beauty it surrounds me with

I know you could come back into this reality
In all of your dismal glory
But as I cast you out slowly
Writing you out
Killing a part of you
With the will of my pen’s magic

I know it will always pave my way
Into the atmosphere of this creativity
Leaving me feeling at peace with myself
Always and forever to beyond

Death, Only come when you are not serious
Because I will never have a serious relationship with you ever again
We are now just distant friends
The kind of friend I will use over and over
Till my mind sets itself free

Life, is my new love
It is the path I choose
For a future of strength, love and compassion
In the nature of my own balanced choosing
Beyond the stars that shine before us
In the grace of my own personal belief

Oh, How I am compatible with life
For it is the oxygen, The passion that makes me breathe



Written By,
James Darwin Smith II

Inner Requiem of a Nightmare's Dream

Inexplicable torment
Flows in the river of chaos
Running me to palatable oblivion
Oxymoronic induced resources
Failed hope drowning, Unable to swim
Out in the distance
So persistent
In an alienated desecration
As bittersweet marches
Into the war of a pillaging plea

Pleading, Pleading
In this self created river
Tears falling down, All the way down
Descending, Descending
Spiraling down the neurotic falls of broken dreams
Abasing self towards hideous harmony

Smiling, Oh, Smiling
Taking in this sweet misery
Crying, Oh, Crying
Such exhilarated displeasure
Upon these daunting imageries
Of delusional serenity

Death, Possess me
Grab this heart, Give it hope, Give it love
Take it out
Shred it with your scythe
Slam it down my throat
So I can choke from it’s timid substance

Inspired by Death’s enigmatic education
Giving away freedom
Enslaved by personal tyranny
Acute satisfaction my skeleton key
Unlocking all of fate’s doors
Till I find phantom salvation
Into an abode I dishonestly dwell
In the deeds of my own inner turmoil

Opened, So open
As these closet dwelling skeletons embrace me
Perpetrated Demonic partaking
An Idiocy enraged by helpless healing
Oxymoron’s distant irrelevance
Prevalent to unseen eyes swallowed by indignities

Arms raised out, Birthing inner rage
Combustion. Combustion
Thrusting, Burning, Seething
Volcanic eyes erupt
Shattering heart shaped reflections

Love, Torture me
Flaunt your disease, Oh flaunt your disease
Let me detest you, Detest you more
I am your servant, I am your whore
Lead me down the path
Riddled in atrocity

The light fades away
Darkness rolls in
A funeral commences
Into suicide’s empathy

All alone
Not a soul in sight
Mourning within, Paying disrespect
Giving myself a final goodbye

Six feed under
Cries of morbid plunder
Wondering, Screaming
“What is wrong with me?”
Succumbed to this environmental instability

Now will you love me?
Is this what you wanted?
So be it, Dead man sulking
While your alive
Practicing necrophilia
Within these broken dreams

Is this what you wanted from me?
To smile obliviously
As this undertow of emotions
Dominates me?

Soaking in this atmosphere
As I am stuck drowning
In the river of deceit

This pain is now my pleasure
As I am one with society

So is this what you wanted it to be?
So be it, I am you
Your paranormal anomaly
The spirit you evoked
The dooming you embraced
In the daunting of your own empathy

Now all has ceased
You may now awaken from this nightmare
Learn from this
My humbled humility
Alive and well
Bask in yourself
My lovely being of harmony

Darkness shall only come
When you creep unexpected

Scream now
And forever rest in peace



Raven Rage Nightly

Substance of Blasphemed Love

I drank from your substance
Your pure unadulterated substance
Enriched by it’s essence
Persistent in agony
Boiling in the glory
Of a past scorned history

Ah, In this ever intoxicated dwelling
I drink to the brink of all crimson crazed sentiments
In the grasping of an undying cure
That makes me whole again

Ah, Pale as a Ghost
Heart frozen by the cold
Embellished inside these icy dread emotions
As these eyes lock into twisted motions
Preying for death
Upon the dread of a dismal clairvoyance
In the celebration of a Graveyard sublime

You belong to me
You are completely mine

This regret forms
All dreams dismembered
Into this nightmare’s confinement
Storming euphoria’s rage
Delving inside the reflections
Tormented by these beastly eyes
Killing your pride, Killing my pride
In the instance of a slow death improvised
Walking the grave
One misanthropic step at a time

You want to escape
But l own your fate

Clenched to the chaos
Ceremonial to these devious hands
Made by demonic emotions
Empowering the Devil that cries vengeance
In the perishing of all righteous intent

You wish you were dead
But you never were alive
You were always too good for me
But just my luck
I own your pride

Oh, Your substance barren
From my heartless euphoria
All dried up
This misery had company
And with that I thank you
With these evil intentions
That has rendered our love meaningless

I own you forever more
Feeling complete, Yet, I still want more

I am your Satan. I am your Christ
You are my Satan, You are my Christ
We are each others Gods, We are each others vice
Here I am, Here you are, Here we are
The disciples of hopelessness
In love’s haunted hypocrisy

Let us kill romance
Pillage it of it’s natural resources
Lets do it right in front of innocent eyes
So they can learn to spread this very disease
And make all hope commit suicide
Imprisoning it all into
An oblivious demise

We are the blasphemers of love
Killing each heart one dark little secret at a time


Raven Rage Nightly

The Hourglass Part 2

There is still hope indeed

As I am buried down
Deep in the morbid sands of time
I realize, This cannot end
Negativity cannot kill this existence
As I avenge myself
Gathering all this inner strength within

My first intention
Was to delve into the hourglass
So I could block time
As I traveled
To the light speed of infinity
Embracing all walks of oxymoronic fantasies
Oblivious to this very heart and soul

But then I realized nothing will ever change
I will only feel such enduring pain
Energy being drained
Terror being foretold
In this personal catastrophe enduring
The death of my inner emotions

So I ask myself
Why wallow in this very dread?
Who wins? Not me

I thrive to climb back atop these dreams
Taking them where I have never taken them before
Being incomplete because complete is boring
Looking down with rejoice
Enlightened by this knowledge that has been implored

And on this very pinnacle
I have found the very creatures
That once hindered these feelings
But will I kill them?, No
These monsters are all for my entertainment
For the amusement of this artistic insanity
That flows inside this muse's metaphor

And then in deep meditation, I have an epiphany!
The divine realization of never being a product of my environment
But the director of all greater dreams ahead
Sure they'll be pain and suffrage
But I can beat it
For I have beaten it many times before

Now, So far is really so close
I can just feel it, Touch it, Smell it, Breathe it in
As this heart beats in ethereal rhythm
Truly giving me acceptance
Of a love I have never felt before

And now with my mind
I have drawn a volcano
Within this very hourglass
As it shall erupt within this oppressive time
Destroying this hourglass within
As I proclaim time as my own essence

Yes, I have outgrown this hourglass
And now I fly up and away
Ready to touch down when needed
Only to take a special interest up with me
As I fly higher than ever before

This is not the end
But the start of all greater things to come

Sure I will probably crash from time to time
But I will get back up and fly like never before

I have escaped the hourglass
Now it's nothing but a shattered illusion

Looking down at it's pathetic defeat
Smiling ear to ear with such a bittersweet accomplishment

Now my love, My self worth
Have become the priceless treasure
That I cherish the most

Grabbing onto poetic salvation
Flying higher than ever before

My mind has never been this clear
Feeling brand new in this race against time
As time no matter how shattered
Will always live on


Raven Rage Nightly

The Hourglass Part 1

I delved into the hourglass
Split into shards shattered by regret
Warped into distant dreams
The insurrection laden over to the horizon
Screaming the prophecy of my own dooming

Stuck in this hypocrisy
Torrential pouring of blackened grief
Touching razorblade smiles
In the honor of all subliminal greed

This place for which I am stuck
Festers me with such belligerent agony
Woefully celebrating
The honor of being destroyed
While enslaving all rationality

Ah, The hourglass it fills with dreaded metaphors
Demons,. Skeletons, Witches. Gargoyles
All shredding me into oblivion
As we fall ever slowly
To the other side unified
In this united tragedy of oblivion’s tantalization
As I am nothing more than specs of tiny shrapnel
Clueless in this unknown origin

Falling, Falling, Descending
When will it end?
This nightmare’s possession
My own sanity in question
As I fall down impaled within
Into the illusions of distant dreams

Horrid to the foul stench of destruction
A crime scene within my heart
Sliced by the heat of a perplexing passion
Confused to the center of my inner chaos within

I am Pummeled by fate’s deception
By the approval of genocide’s lust
Weighed down by this grave of ill intentions
No longer relevant to all things beautiful
As this ugliness grows within

I am my own evil
I am my own sin
Is this the final curtain?
To my own hell within

Within me
Is nothing but distant dreams
Wait is there still hope?

Written By,
Healium Shriekspear
Raven Rage Nightly INC
6/6/11

Christian Woman

Christian woman
How those very eyes throw stones
Nailing me to the cross of it’s very glare
Giving these visions such hatred
As you try making me meek
Upon your biggest weakness, Your pride

It all bounces back to you
Then with a vengeance comes back at me
Suffocating, I cannot breathe
Turning blue in the blackness that is you

Apocalyptic emotions
Your pain is the undertaking
That buries you alive
In the very ground
You are trying to shove me down into
Cursed with the delusions
That empowers all walks of sin
With that rotting, Festering demonizing grin
Unbeknownst to you

Nail me, Oh nail me
To the very cross on your chest
Turn it upside down
Burn it with your engulfing rage
Envisioning your own prophetic revelations
As you watch me scream
Into your very own oblivion,
Into your very own agony within

Was it worth it?
All this pain and suffering?
Prostituting the void you detested
Straight into the paradox you created in the first place?

Was it really worth it?

In this hell you tried throwing me into
You were really the one crucified
On the upside down cross
Burning with hate
Such pure unadulterated hate

Oh, Heavenly father
Put her out of her misery
For it spreads like cancer
Into the oppression of her own pride within

Forgive me father
For I have sinned
And I loved every minute of it

Hey, Don’t put the blame on me
It was you who played these games
As you created this monster in the first place

For once in your life. Take responsibility

And now I am possessed, I am free
Christian Woman
What in the fire and brimstone have you done?



Raven Rage Nightly

IT

This is open for interpretation

Ah, Look at that beauty
Look at those oblivious expressions
Oh, Such an open book
For those to amuse themselves
In the very name of seduction

This ugly soul, This morbid soul
Oh, How it looks straight into those beautiful eyes
Lodging terror, Fear, Destruction
All within the intentions of pure ugliness
Dedicated to this loving abomination

Oh, The sweet taste
Of this clueless beauty
Making IT cold and gray
Blackened, Dismembered and dismayed
Becoming sin in fates chagrin
Letting IT’S disease spread
Into the very spoils of the night

Darkness comes. All light succumbs
Harnessing grief
Into a guilty pleasure
Chastised by romantic affliction
In this very control
Won by this beast within
The creature of a dark lusting

IT’S dwelling explodes
Six feet under this soul
For this very skin that was cherished
Is now the destruction
Of the inner sanctuary of grace

Defiled. Defaced
Left for dead, Awakened
Wondering what happened
Frail, Lifeless, Bewildered
By the nightmares left by yours truly

Terror spreads it’s dread
And this former beauty is left mourning
Knowing I have done IT wrong
But IT still, Still wants more

And here IT thought
That I was perfection

Unbeknownst to IT
This existence was just an illusion
That laughed in the face of all ill intentions

Yet, IT is still infatuated with this oblivion
This creation of IT’S own plight

This flesh was never IT’S God
But IT’S Satan
But how would IT know
When this dimension has no grasp on reality?

I always win in the end
IT was never she, I am really IT
Yet, She will always be IT to me

Inner Torment loses in the end

Thank you for letting me pillage your mind!

My mind, Everyone’s mind!



Written By,
Raven Rage Nightly, Healium Shriekspear