Battle Cry

ultima pugna

I'm bruised and battered
my bones cracked and shattered
blood flows out of me like a river
sends my body into a cold shiver.

The war's still blasting in my ear
leaving me with nothing but fear
sometimes I hide the gun away
when the sky starts turning grey.

People say I keep running
from the battle and carnage crying
not wanting to see the fallen
not wanting to be the forgotten.

The undead still haunts my dreams
with their wounds and awful screams
their faces engraved on my brain
and it's making me insane.

I keep shouting out my battle cry
but god knows it's useless and futile
Maybe I should've been one of the lifeless
so I no longer have to beg for forgiveness.

by Iera Stilinski

In My Darkness

infractus 

Sitting alone in the edge of a corner
trying to mend my already broken armour
the walls I've built underneath my skin had fallen
hit me ever so steadily and annihilate my solemn

Voices pierced me like a scintillating comet
kept on making me run into my bedroom closet

the vile words engraved in my wretched brain

and every breath from my lungs they slowly drain

There were times I thought I was invincible

that from the pain I was perhaps invisible

but truly no one can escape human wrath

for it is human nature to long for the warpath

But once the darkness sets its eyes on you

the fear you rejected was only long overdue

the light will travel far and out of your reach

soon you can no longer practice what you preach

Each time we would question the unfairness

then we turn away and could not help acquiesce

so why do we waste time blaming the unseen

when a simple battle we could not even win?

Iera Stilinski

Avalanche

ater atra atrum

My dreams cold and my skin tingles
as your icy hands slithered behind my neck
can someone let me out of this burning shackles
before this madness turns into a wreck.

I knew that this was wrong at first sight
but further and further I ran from the light
for your scent was sweet and saccharine
made me oblivious to all the signs.

You appeared like a bolt of lightning
sent me deep in chaos and head spinning
you wont let me breathe and give me a chance
as if you were a stark and deadly avalanche.

My lungs ached and begged to be let free
from your terrifying and poisonous winter
emanating a bright light that consumed me
sent me deep into a cold shiver.

Iera Stilinski