Shadowy-Light
A place of caves, of nooks, and cranny,
wide and long and deep and tall;
Noiseless echoes from wall to wall,
unrevealing, palpable, almost-choking.

The flames of a fire sparks up in its midst,
casting flickering shadows that reach beyond
their lengths of accustomed norms,
twisting, twining, dancing.

Flames once of red-orange become misted-green:
the entrance of darkness into light;
The air holds no breath, no heat, no soul;
Core of flames darkened.

The light becomes shadow, and shadows lighten,
reaching beyond their bounds, compressing;
Darkness likened to misty glaze,
neither the victor: Shadowy-Light

If I could live
If I could live, let me be of air,
of the space betwixt land and time;
The line of sight that dreams can reach,
where twilight ever shines.
Wind blows through fields of reed,
music flows over worlds;
The trees sway with sounds of silence,
ocean depths swirls.

Let the stars cry out for me,
and bleed their tears of pain;
Lakes of moonlight wash the plains,
and lets the body lay.
Walking the roads betwixt different dreams,
peace and conflict merged;
Sun and moon build a path
for people of many worlds.

On the broken wings of an Angel
The darkness comes, dusk falls heavily,
trees silhouetted and outlined against a silvery moon;
From the heavens, a ball of flames fall,
and hitting the ground, light is diminished.

On the broken wings of an Angel,
the weight of crimes press down;
Tattered, torn, battered, worn,
weeping figure of fallen glory.

Chains of self-inflicted judgement,
binding ankle to ankle, and wing to wing;
Fiery flame of eyes and sword,
put out, dead, fire to ashes.

Poised at the edge of a cliff,
screaming to the tumultuous sea;
Wings outstretched, straining against bonds,
cutting into flesh, into wounded seraphic wings.

That which is lost
Tunnels long and winding and deep and far,
the world outside far above, far beyond;
Wandering astray, one step missed,
dropping into wells, the sky grows smaller.

Hearts cry out for freedom lost, for homes too far
apart now from hearts that seek;
Those who once knew the skies of blue, the winds of flight,
mourn evermore for their loss.

Those who had not seen the light, and grow blind to it,
seek for something they know not what;
Blackness has ever filled their hearts, and no hint of light they know,
longing for that which they had never seen, reprieve from pain.

--Casey Toh--

OMG. O_o It's terrible.

Gone from me is pain

Gone from me is pain
With each tear I weep, gone from me is pain,
and the eyes dry out in time;
Dragged from me is the skill to feel,
and numbness holds the heart.

The cold of void of all things fled,
the scantuary of icy soul;
Until each flame that sees its eyes
are frozen in their place.

The wells are dry from long un-use,
blood fills their bones instead;
The knife that stabs is unseen hands
that wound much more than heal.

Scars that adorn the skin and deep
are tears of a wounded soul;
That pain on himself must afflict
to further numb old hurts.

And soon the void is so full,
that naught else can fill it;
The flames that are only numbs the void
and become guards against healing.

--Casey Toh--

The fate of one

My body is here,
and you see me now,
but do you really do?

For what is true
is an empty shell,
staring back at you.

The emptiness of the universe,
you can see inside;
for I am nothing but darkness,
no light in my eyes.

You would then ask:
Do I belong here?
The answer: I don't know.

Do I belong here?
Do I remain?
Or is it my fate to go?

I could leave,
but to where?
My path is yet unlit;

But maybe one day
down the road,
me and I will finally meet.

--Casey Toh--

Existance

The present slips past,
and the moment is gone;
Was I here just now? No.
Can you prove me wrong?

A second ticks by,
going further into the past;
Was I here a second ago?
Or just an empty, fake cast?

Can you show that
I was there?
Though time runs past,
and you stand and stare.

The seconds come,
the seconds go;
I exist and vanish,
with the time that flows.

--Casey Toh--