Archive for July, 2016

Dear Agony

Posted: July 31, 2016 in Poetry, Quote
I have nothing left to give
I have found the perfect end
You were made to make it hurt
Disappear into the dirt
Carry me to heaven’s arms
Light the way and let me go
Take the time to take my breath
I will end where I began

And I will find the enemy within
Cause I can feel it crawl beneath my skin

Dear Agony
Just let go of me
Suffer slowly
Is this the way it’s gotta be?
Dear Agony

Suddenly the lights go out
Let forever drag me down
I will fight for one last breath
I will fight until the end

Leave me alone
God let me go
I’m blue and cold
Black sky will burn
Love pull me down
Hate lift me up
Just turn around
There’s nothing left

Somewhere far beyond this world
I feel nothing anymore

I feel nothing anymore


I’m Dead Inside

Posted: July 30, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry

Stormed city, manned with the living dead

Demons too, here I keep them well-fed

Happiness, an artifact of a civilization long dead

I hide my issue, so now I’m depressed.


Who an empty soul can thus heal?

In the distant sad past, I constantly dwell

I lost everything just for want of a nail

Physically exhausted and emotionally frail


So I take the pillow and stifle my screams

Losing my marbles, losing my dreams

But I really find comfort in insanity

I cut my wrist, now you know my propensity



jim morrision quotes

He swam at my feet,
Powerful arms in broad strokes
Sweeping the sand.
So I asked this man,
What seas do you swim?
And to this he answered,
‘I have seen shells and the like
On this desert floor,
So I swim this land’s memory
Thus honouring its past,’
Is the journey far, queried I.
‘I cannot say,’ he replied,
‘For I shall drown long before
I am done.’

Sayings of the Fool
Thenys Bule

Steven Erikson – Malazan Book of the Fallen 02
Deadhouse Gates”


Image from Deviantart: DevilishlyCreative


A Dream Within A Dream

Posted: July 30, 2016 in Poetry

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe–

Of truths and lies

Posted: July 29, 2016 in Introspective prose, Writing


Sometimes when you seek the truth from someone, it’s not because you want to use it against them or you think it might set you free. Sometimes it’s just about closure. When someone tells you the truth, no matter how damaging, it shows how much they respect you as a fellow human being. To lie to someone is the worst form of betrayal and disrespect in the world. To constantly lie to someone is to show them that you see them as a lesser being…it is something akin to declaring that you don’t see them as human enough to deserve the truth from you. It’s very degrading….it’s very demeaning.





21 Guns

Posted: July 28, 2016 in Quote


“Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You’re in ruins….

When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul….


When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You’re in ruins…”




So Broken…So Done

Posted: July 27, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry


it’s hard to feel rage when you’re lonely and broken
all you feel is the cold silence of the truths left unspoken
and the soul feels weary, wighed down by many betrayals
the darkness of mankind’s cruelty, alas, what’s with us mortals?


Nothing really lasts forever except the memory of betrayal, the ache of emotions severed, the lonely numbness of denial”–(Stampin’ Ground)



The Bridgburners art by Genesischant (

I have seen the face of sorrow
She looks away in the distance
Across all these bridges
From whence I came
And those spans, trussed and arched
Hold up our lives as we go back again
To how we thought then
To how we thought we thought then

I have seen sorrow’s face,
But she is ever turned away
And her words leave me blind
Her eyes make me mute
I do not understand what she says to me
I do not know if to obey
Or attempt a flood of tears

I have seen her face
She does not speak
She does not weep
She does not know me
For I am but a stone fitted in place
On the bridge where she walks

Lay of the Bridgeburners
Toc the Younger”

― Steven Erikson (Reaper’s Gale)



It’s simple really

I can live freely

Open a book and escape my sorrow

And live a life through the eyes I borrow

A more realistic world

More emotion felt

A world where compassion reigns

No pretext nor fakers, no crippling pains


Sometimes I wish I were born a letter

And get assimilated into a life less bitter

In mountainous volumes of forgotten tales

Epic stories where all evil fails

I wish one day I could escape forever

To a world that appreciate every heartfelt endeavour

Please Lord I pray not for sweet Paradise

Just a good story, where life doesn’t spin on a dice…






When pain starts, hope comes to its claustrophobic end

The yin and yang of life outstretched at both ends

The knell tolls on, chaperoned by monotonous threnodies

And the soul continues its quest for future vacancies


The end starts right at the beginning

And the beginning right at the very end

And forth the fourth horse continues its victorious gallop

A sermon, a priest: “dust to dust” all codswallop


White graves and black hearses

Remind the undertaker to say his graces

Yet the rich fool his wealth embraces

To him heaven and hell are just cruel banalities.


All ends

The hooded grim ripper triumphs

“Vanity!!”Emaciated sirens cry

Hell winds blow….and water runs dry….




©David Phiri