Wraith

In the streets of Sin City they extinguish their lamps,
Out all night in the madness you see the definition of tramps,
Just trying to get what they can out of the people they try and manipulate,
Looking out for number one they see their chance and don't wait,
They'll bump up against you and go about doing all they can,
To secure their next fix for the next days pain will come and the need to have more of what they can't withstand
,It won't go away, it promises to stay,
Attacks with such a vast array, all of you emotions with which to play,
You've got to crawl with slugs, to obtain your illegal drugs,
Along the way you see the pockmarked thugs, and beware of the presence of bugs,
So many strange and desperate faces,
Along the alleys hiding out in dark and dismal places,
Your best thinking has taken on the traces,
Of something threatening to unravel your laces,
Why do you think you can handle it still?
What do you have when you are living in the rush you feel?
How can you go on without any control of your will?
When you ignore your quest for self-destruction you're ill,
What does it feel like to continually go on for days awake?
It's only a matter of time before you break,
You're the only one that can even attempt to try and make,
Your future secure and denounce all the people who flake,
It takes a lot of time to pay for the past crimes,
To crawl out from amidst the slime and disinfect the clinging grime,
You can't afford to let yourself get upset,
You can bet that you will regret your form of outlet,
I think I see your grip slowly start to slip,
The skin of your fingertips , bleeding as it begins to rip,
You should have known, alone, you go, over is the show,
The look of terror as you plunge, into, the gates of Hell below,
It's way past the time to procrastinate, it's too damn late,
You should have thrown out your hate, but you chose to await,
Until it permeated your being, you allowed, it's each step,
It has crept while you wept, on the ledge before you leapt,
You were either played or you played, the clown, with the frown,
In your internal anguish you drowned and were brought down,
Each thing you have encountered as you have grown, alone,
Your expectations seem to get blown, as you wander, unknown,
The diagnosis based on your symptoms and deep pain within,
Leads me to question why your so grim as I begin,
To access, the complications, you have, loving something,
Why you feel so all alone, with nothing, continually running,
When did you loose the light? That use to shine so bright it could blind,
Did you assume you would be fine after you walked the line?
Was there no one to answer your desperate cries emanating from your eyes?
Their compassion was well portrayed, yet, all lies to get high,
You feel as if you were let down, by those around,
You can't seek a new place to come down, all you see is a burial ground,
Your eyes flash a warning sign to those who come near to steer clear,
Of the wreckage with no sense of fear, sitting here with a cackling leer,
The laughter warns you, to step back man, secretions of the adrenal gland,
I think one look and you'll understand, how I can sense all the rats at hand,
The caution with which you proceed, ever increasing, your sights focusing,
On the way, words they speak and twist, attempting to demoralize every being,
It's building this unbearable tension, that they create, for your dissension,
Into another make believe dimension, toward you their intention,
You won't rest, until you know the battles over and you've won it,
Taken this abuse too long, forced to eat it, I won't quit, until you eat it,
Your body reveals the scars, where lacerations required hospitalization,
All that I had at that evaluation was a deep traumatization,
The evil out there tries to envelope you, you stand strong, all along,
Even though you had to kill many, you get it on, and did no wrong,
Just when you thought you had control, you became, antisocial,
Your thoughts of being total, turned animal and primal, raging homicidal,
You learned young, you've got to be quick, to perceive their tricks,
You project a shell harder than brick, you catch their eye they look away quick,
These aren't some imagined sensations, they are all realizations,
You couldn't understand , the need for revitalization, toxic chemical contamination,
You're not, you like to be alone, in your bed tonight, it doesn't feel right,
You lay gazing at the ceiling, breathe a sigh, turn out the light,
Your attitude is one, that is read as "fuck you" as I climb the walls,
You must have thought you couldn't fall, projecting such gall,
Then your world was smashed to pieces, another extinct species,
Left to rot lying in your feces, as you die your body releases,
Exhaling your last breath, after a slow lingering death,
Another victim laid to rest, you made your bed, now lie your head,
Another shallow unmarked grave, good enough, lying in the underbrush,
I had to call your bluff, I couldn't stuff, the deceit you wreaked of,
Last rights denied, gagged and tied, how do you like where you'll reside,
Say, I do think, I tried, to be patient, all this time, and keep myself alive.

© November 5, 1995 Rod Arbogast





Evil Creeps

Through the tunnel the evil creeps,
Descending through the depths it glides,
Looking to spread through the bones,
Of any creature it finds alive,

One touch and the disease is spread,
It seeks your souls wealth,
It seeks to permeate your very existence,
Turn the world you know to hell,

Its sick black substance erodes,
All creatures unfortunate enough,
It nurses off of your growing fear,
Sucking your life force with its grotesque touch,

It has no consistent form,
It's the chill that makes you shiver,
Once its unleashes it's force and takes its due,
It possess' your soul and does not waiver,

Attacking all that you were,
Sucking the very marrow from your bones,
Encompassing your being twice over,
No one hears the torturous scream and you die alone.

© December 25, 1994 Rod Arbogast





The Last Day

As the sun rises to create the dawn,
I look through the bars for the last time,
I hear the footfalls of the guards,
Today I pay with my life for my crimes,

The memories of my time spent in vain,
Did I ever think before I acted on compulsion?
I knew the hands of time would catch me unaware,
I could've prevented this trip I'm on that brings total revulsion,

I'm all out of tears the well is dry now,
Nothing left to do but accept my cruel fate,
To leave behind the things I feel I should have done,
All I've done come back around, full force,and I feel it's too late,

My plea exhausted, no more arguing my case,
My sentence has been imposed, I've lost this time for good,
I now wait the final hours looking back at the selfishness I have lived,
The obsession and compulsion that fueled my reign of havoc,still not understood,

I die with the knowledge of my real innocence,
The forces that were unseen that entered and waged war,
The real enemies of the people who ensured my extinction,
Why couldn't those demons have left me, before, I killed more,

Only God knows the outcome of my battle,
Now I pray for mercy as I am taken to be eradicated,
Expressionless, I might look like the monster I'm labeled as,
It is the spirit of grace that has me animated,

No fear of death or the unknown,
I sit and I am confined, I see the poison that soon will be transfused inside my shell,
Death by lethal injection, how sweet it is my friend,
Sent out high, to die, will I stagger into heaven or hell?

Greet me death, take me across the lake of fire,
I only ask that I don't forget my heinous actions of this past life here,
So I don't have to dwell in torment next time around on this wheel,
Because to repeat this torment over again is all I fear.

© June 2, 1995 Rod Arbogast





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