The Fury Tale of Forgotten Sorrow

Heart confined
Loneliness, Silence
No love in site
Depravation mulls over
The wanting of another
With dreams fully massed
Blackened to the core

It’s me, All me
Self chastised in exuberate mode
Unsocial ghostly Butterfly
Flying incognito
Within the winds of regret

Feeling ugly, Fermented
Tattered and torn
Prince of oblivion
Standing by my gravestone
So deliberate in this personal mourning

An Enigma, A creature
Stirring alone
From this paltry existence
Into a large Ghostly form

Ah, Devious loving calamity
Phantom curved facial roam
Burnt flowers, Bridges and trees
Home sweltering Home

Spreading necrosis to these eyes
Foreign to the norm
Macabre intuition
Retched thoughts, Mental storm

As this mind loses the battle for sanity
Nothing makes sense anymore
In this chaos breeding catastrophe
A nursery rhyme of death’s fidelity
Repeating in my head

Ugly can be beautiful
In the eyes of dread
My existence a persistent funeral
In the shadows of perished love
Where I feel gloriously enigmatically fine

Now darkness shall be my enduring plight
Only in fire it shall ever shine

My name is, Forgotten
The sorrow of all mankind


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
6/20/10