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

The Living Dead

Pic by: Angel

Chasing what you fear
by living in death
there is no light to crawl into
When you held the spear so dear
and lose all your subliminal faith
your love only lasts for two.

You crush the rose in your hand
bleeding red crimson fire
burning deep under your skin
As you are left a-strand
With your raging desire
Bathe alone in an excruciating sin.

Seething at the sight of pleasure
for the things you find strange
and are impossible to own
You become a sad pretender
impervious to change
until you see it on your stone.

Iera Stilinski

Paper

picture by: Jenipho

I only live for you,
so give me your words,
For I’ll be nothing without them.
Stories to keep me sane,
as I go through the stormy days,
without your presence,
next to my aching heart.

Say the words of console,
to envelop me whenever the cold comes,
the sweet whispers of love and passion,
to stop the tears from ever flowing,
when the images of you recur,
in every minute and moment,
of my miserable life.

The day they stop coming,
will be the day I die.

Iera Stilinski

An Open Book

Look, at me.

See through me.

I’m an open book.

Understand me.

Then hurt me.

Like a paper cut.

But,

I won’t cry.

I won’t lie.

I won’t die.

I promise. 

Iera Stilinski

Glass

Why do you have to go
and break me?
I still want to live
for you to hold me,
and
drink me empty.

Why do you have to go
and break me?
When you know
you can never fix me,
and
mend me again.

Iera Stilinski

Unrequited

defluo.

Join me
in a massacre of hearts
deep crimson river
filled with love and passion
you threw into the abyss
The longing years
so alone
waiting in tears
to atone
Such enigma seemed
puerile and silly:
You come in
without a sound, giving
such surreptitious
glance
she promised,
to only take
a glimpse, only to be
besotted by you
and perished by
the tip of
your blade
In the moment of dying
force to reconcile her own
mistake
she clambers,
drowns in the thick raging blood
as you watch
silently and hopelessly
With a wicked smile
in your heart.

Iera Stilinski

Memento

Picture by: Senzi

Memento,
it's time for you to
recalcitrate, all the things
that make you daft.
Stringing you along,
into some irreality.

Memento,
Those frayed times
moving through your
nimble fingers.
Putting in your hand,
such a disarray
of feelings.

Memento,
While you are bemused,
in your rotund
imagination, Emanating
a vile intention,
crushing your reality.

Iera Stilinski

Your Love Is

Your love is a
destruction,
exitialis. expletus

When I stood still
unshaken,
became your muse.

Your love is so
wild,
entangled, un-mundane

When both our worlds
collide,
we become insane.

Iera Stilinski

Accendo

Words
Your words
kill my
very being.

Freedom

Your tears
flow, annihilating
my freedom.

Accendo

Your hate
accendo, consuming
my heart.

Iera Stilinski