Unholy ChaliceΒ 


There was no word to describe the first breath taken
For it was pure, without sin, the air filling in
The taste of paradise was all they knew
No right or wrong, just living free
Temptation lured a heart of want
How could it be, to be tempted like that
To want more than what paradise has given
A single bite that tears the fabric of life
The swallow of knowledge to inherit the earth
And all that it has to create a path of destruction


Disobedience, the first of many
Skulls started stacking up, murder with malice
A new church sprung from the darkest depths
It had no name, until fire lit it up and everyone yelled, Hell!
The flames burned away the character lines on faces
Those that made unique in creed, colour and races
Here, where bone becomes stone faceless
The sky never seen, stars and moon forgotten
Cradled and huddled, spun in circles
A pedestal holds the Unholy Chalice


A monument of time, a collectors collection
Designing a temple that would hold the spirit
Of the damned and lost who gave up on life
Filling the cup, with blood, drawn by a knife
Slashing, piercing, controlling the pain
Fuelled by the dark from inside the mind
Depression is found hiding
Past, present and future, hurting
There is no heaven, no hell
The end comes with the final bell

Poem by Ax

Images by Aderhine DeviantArt

That Was Yesterday

  
A promise was made
To love her with all his heart
That was yesterday

She sang the same song
A love that would never die
That was yesterday

Voices that draw smiles
It soothes when in company
That was yesterday

A yearning to touch
A race to fill the distance
That was yesterday

Finding ways to say
The need is greater than want
That was yesterday

The stars are in reach
They glitter in a lovers theme
That was yesterday

The moon when it’s full
Pulls the string of desire
That was yesterday

Started off perfect
Every single fucking way
That was yesterday

Another story
Of a love lost
That was yesterday

It wasn’t so bad
Being happy for a while
Wish it was today

Ax

Eternal Home ~ ring of fire

a place no one knows below the line
where one, may see from minds eye

live a life of tragedy, misery
where one, may write in poetry

sinking days filled with insane
thoughts that drives in pain

releasing slow, to empty lungs
deaths awakening comes

airless bags, sag and droop
the eyes roll back in a loop

falling into a ring of fire
down, down, down to a singing choir

the maestro standing
baton waving

as violins rise with a cry
below the wails of a single oboe

the drums thumping madley
a cymbal waiting to clash, patiently

the cue will come from a nod
when satan looks up to god

another one bites the dust
hells fire grows with lust

Ax

great version of Johnny’s classic

Jack Savoretti ~ Ring of Fire