The Charon

"Open your eyes boy, its time to go"
Said the man with the cloak made of Shadows
"Hand me your cents so we can depart,
To the place where sinners go"

With despair in my eyes
And tears on my face
I turned from the wretched old man
"Can I please return home?
I'm afraid to be alone,
This place is too dark for me.."

The man turned to me
With sweat on his brow
And said with his cackling voice
"Give me your hand, and step inside
The moment is finally here.
Now don't worry boy, its not so bad.
You'll get used to it through the years."

With two cents in hand
I looked at this man
Horrified to accept my fate
I closed my eyes and took a step back
And realized that it was too late
The Grim Reaper had come
My time was done
And this man had to take me away.

Once more the man turned
His lips pressed tight
Fire and spite in his eyes
"Now hand me your cents so we can depart
To the place where sinners go."

Take it

Now I lay me down to sleep.
Here is my soul for you to keep.
 For I will die, and never wake.
 Here in my hands for you to take, my bleeding heart upon a plate.
 Slowly beating, quickly breaking, the same old thing to keep it aching.
 So now I lay me down to sleep, here is my soul for you to keep.
 For I will die and never wake, and give you now..my soul to take.

Sweet Insanity

You are alone again
In sweet insanity
The only thing to do
Hide yourself from reality
Voices crying out to you
Only to be swept from the barren plains
By the only sound you can hear
The screaming from your pain
Of your sweet insanity

Locked inside yourself
Where only memories hide
You are lost on your way
In the past that never died
The journey you dread to finish
Escape from your sweet insanity

Only in quiet places
As deep as eternity
Can you hide from the pain
You stray from the sun
And they are calling your name
Wishing only for death
In your sweet insanity

Silence

Before- There was Silence.
Only disturbed by the ticking..
That ticking which now seems so miniscule in my past.
That ticking I now wish would have been the end of it all.
Life continued forward, and a new adventure had fallen before my feet.
The ticking ailed me still, yet I pushed on.
Curious to find the noise that would ease the sound..
Of the constant ticking.
I should have wished for Silence.
A voice softened the ticking
Life moved forward in the blink of an eye.
The ticking muted.
The voice soothing my every ailment.
My ailment had been lost..
The sound of shattered glass and screaming ringing in my ears..
Could not be muted.
Overwhelming fear and sorrow..
The ticking ringing in my ears.
The screaming could not be muted..
I should have wished for Silence.