Vile Whispers of Love

***Warning: This poem could possibly be a trigger. None of what is written here is what I feel at all. Again recall of the emotions I was going through late 2017 right before the big Kaboom.***
Mirrors
shattered
splinters
prism out
spraying
slashing
screams
reverberating
clutch at my head
voices rising
triumphant
crushing me beneath
wave
after wave
a black hole
sucking me through
rending reality
until all I see
until all I feel
is…..
nothing.
Dulled
eyes seeing nothing
memories
reel play
movies in my mind
pain
tears
unmoving
allowed to fall unchecked
head bowed
upon my back
blackened beast of death
cackling
talons dug deep.
Come to me child
voice
dripping in sugared cinnamon
trust I shall catch you
trust I shall never let you fall
trust in me sweet child
allow me but one taste
cared for 
in death no more. 
©August 10/20
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Pale Death of Renewal

Death strides
stalks
struts
empty streets
alleys littered with corpses
life so empty
dancing
twirling
giggling
downfall of mankind
so easy to orchestrate
only takes a few
sheer stupidity
always outweighs sanity of many.
Few have been saved
few will return
to rebuild an age
of harmony
of peace
of tranquility
done with removal
eradication
of those who longed for war
longer for ultimate control
their time is no more.
Charlatans helped
spreading lies
pretending voice of God
spoke directly to
dictating truths
used as vile weapon
utter disregard
yet still looked upon as saviour
why heads in the sand?
Pointed fingers
wicked whispered word
one here
that one there
come together
plots exploded
now the world is calm.
Under brilliant stars
first night light
aux natural
beauty long forgotten
finally to return.
©Aug. 3/20
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