Midnight Gods






reaching out from the darkness,
blood stained fingers alight
on passing shadows that form
into flesh bound souls drifting,
like dust motes, floating unaware,
that tonight they will become
food for the midnight gods.

-┬ęThe Elusive Scribe 041114 –



Like a knife caressing innocent flesh until beads of blood form,
so does your infernal indifference draws droplets of my soul.
Swimming in self doubt and self recrimination,
you left nothing for me to hold on to not even a sliver of hope.
I have given you the me I value the most,
even my secret dreams wrapped in layers of silk,
and yet it seems they’re not enough to hold you close
because you left me to wander on my own.

Like the wailing storm that comes to devastate the world,
so does your incessant silence break the fragile shelter I call home.
Ripped apart without a care, how easily these walls come crashing down,
disillusionment has left me on my knees cradling what’s left of my domain,
tears start to come and flow so strong, clouding the windows of my soul,
the pain comes unbound as my carefully built fortress starts to decay,
everything is gone, carried away by the raging torrent of tears that fall,
from eyes that once perceived the beauty that was your face.

-The Elusive Scribe 101613-


Here lies a dormant corpse
strung up by its thumbs
way up high the darkened hall
tearstain left on rotting cheek
glistens as the light goes dim.

It’s been so long when last it spoke
now it watches with bloodshot eyes
searching the crowd passing by
for the one that torn it apart
leaving flesh with terrible gashes.

Blood no longer drips from wounds
for the heart no longer beats
an empty shell bereft of life
waiting for a chance to steal
time that its old love took.

Back when life freely flowed
with tenderness and love so true
but the end is always the same,
dreams come crashing down
broken time and time again.

And as the passage of hour comes and goes
the corpse that hung will wait forevermore,
for its old love to walk its path
ne’er minding if its old and bent
for at last it will have its revenge.

-The Elusive Scribe 101013-


A Hundred Reasons


There’s a hundred reasons why I should run away from
yet you are like a magnet pulling me back into your
This feeling of being intoxicated from your kisses,
causing swirling eddies of fire and ice in my belly,
is an eternal addiction I can’t break free from.

You’ve wrapped my heart in multitudes of strings,
with every beat of my heart they tighten so easily.
A slow burning ache starts to spread across my heart,
leaving stains of blood and lines of scars.

Should I undo the strings you’ve attached to my heart,
when we are now miles apart?
Will you still tug at them when you need and miss me
the most?
Calling me to your side to hold your hands in the dark?

There’s a hundred reasons why I should run away,
but there’s a thousand more reasons why I can’t.
I will stay bound to your arms even when all hell
breaks loose,
for the strings you’ve bound me with is the lifeline I
am clinging to.

-eamarifosque 040613-



Fired from Cupid’s gun,
you’re like a bullet that hurtles towards me,
penetrating my chest, piercing my heart.
Stopping its beating, halting me in my tracks.
Blood is flowing and I’m already becoming numb.
How is this possible?
I’m breathing but I can’t seem to feel anything.
Only that constant throbbing ache
where the bullet pierced tender flesh.
Can love be this painful and numbing?
Removing your senses even when you’re still
Can’t dislodge the bullet inside me,
for I’m afraid when it’s gone it will kill me.


– The Elusive Scribe 040213-