The Tempter’s Gift by Jonas Hyde My soul is trapped in this darkness alone, claimed merely a breath ‘pon being due. The night mare led the carriage of my damnation, long ‘fore my nous could prepare, offering no chance for my ain redemption. Eternal pain I bear, the skin of my sin. Can one...
The Veil by Jonas Hyde Here I stand so still, lost of all my will, trapped within this self I have longed to flee, fact to Death I oft begged- ‘please come for me’, but with pleas ignored, I drew my ain sword, and with steel to self I since came to be. Tho’...
Night Mare by Jonas Hyde Twilight steed, with hooves of passion and fear, she pulls the carriage of my dreams, into the imprisoning field of torment and denial. Stallion of my eve, she ne’er comes ‘pon my whistle, instead timing her gait for when my soul is weary, shrouded in the darkness of life’s...
Walk by Jonas Hyde The anguish swells within, wanting, needing a release, I shall ne’er receive. In solitude I find peace, in silence I find solace, but with your voice, the very resonance of your breath, my soul is poisoned. What words must I speak, what pleas must I beg ‘pon the shattered fragments...
My Death by Jonas Hyde My Death, I bid you hello, welcome you to my domain, ‘fore you invite me to yours, e’ermore. Some may pray, others may weep, tho’ not I my friend, those words shalln’t be whispered, even once from my breath. In their stead I thank you, for not coming sooner,...
Goodbye by Jonas Hyde I swallow the sorrow, and borrow a smile, to make it through each day, but decay has eroded my soul, leaving a lifeless shell, which fell to the void, passing through the motions, the oceans of life, toward the valley of death, my breath suffocates rapt ‘neath this guise, my...
The Sickness by Jonas Hyde As I spoke to you today, I felt the sickness deep inside, aching, feverish, plagued by love lost. I can feel your curse, you the fifth harbinger, I cower to your tempest, making me reach for the pill, to take the pain of you away. I walk these streets,...
O’ Brother by Jonas Hyde “O’ brother where art thou?” a line of mirth true, tho’ my pain is known by so few. Can you hear me now? Its been fore’er and a night more since I have talked with you. Are you with me? They say you are, yet you feel so far,...
Portrait of You Jonas Hyde Last night I finished, my portrait of you, raven haired beauty, my heart burns anew, which stirred this likeness, gazing back at me, born of chalk and love, even oils pure, this visage I made, captures beauty sure, of both skin and soul, as all will agree. It tortures...
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