Poetry of Ashton Anchors
Marionette of the Dark
Darkness darkness, weave your strands of dulled gold...
Silence the world, mysteries that will stay untold...
Cover the truth, veil thy eyes.
Each passing moment, never unaltered, never surmised.
Envelope thy eyes, cover thy soul.
Plunge me into eternal darkness, dropped into a lifeless hole.
Nary be a color shone.
The only colour is of one's decayed bone.
Woe is I, 'tis a trail to unblaze.
But with walls, in a wallless maze.
Pity me not, oh marrionette of joy.
I threw away my hopes, as a young and ignorant boy.
To turmoil in my blissful blight.
Never knowing day, never knowing anything beyond never ending twilight.
Pity me, oh marionette of love!
For I wish to embrace the colour of a beautiful white dove.
Pity me not, marionette of fate.
I chose my becomming, even though it fills me with hate.
Pity me, oh marionette of mortality.
For this never ending, sanity consuming darkness has become my reality.
Darkness darkness, weave your strands of dulled gold...
Tell not another soul, of this story that was told...
Beating Stone
Weaving delicate threads of lonely time
Harnessing feelings of heartless sublime
Turning away from the benevolent light
Subdued eternally in ice cold blight
A soul as cold and lifeless as stone
Please don't leave me here, all alone
Drowning in eternal sorrow
Never wishing to experience another tommorow
Lonliness propels my mind
My heart, emotionless, made of stone that may bind
Free me from this motionless prison
Let my heart once again be risen
Chisel the stone
Carve the bone
Voiceless Hopes
My heart beats on, even when I tell it not to.
My pulse continues, even though i'm dead without you.
I feel the pain of the needles piercing my soul.
I feel the scorn of you, the love from which you stole.
My dear sweet dove what have you done?
This pain, burning my mind with the heat of the sun.
Please stop, please don't.
Please leave me alone, even though I know you won't.
Your presence lingers within my tattered heart.
Even though it's been long since we've last part.
Every night I pray.
I wait for that day...
When I hear you softly say...
Everything, my love, will be okay...
One Last Gift
A gift, from me to you.
Wrapped with shiny paper, oh so blue.
Topped with a pink satin bow.
All decorative with glamour, just for show.
Open the box and see the surprise.
I can see the eager sparkles in your eyes.
Tearing the wrapper hastily astrew.
Dropping the once beautiful ribbon in front of you.
You reach into the box with much glee.
Pulling the present out for all to see.
A look of sadness falls over my face.
A torn and tattered heart beats, filled with disgrace.
You toss the present aside disguted, violently.
I fall to my knees, crying, silently.
I have nothing else to give I cry.
All that's left is my shallow body to die.
Now there is nothing left for me to live, to do.
Will you accept one last gift, from me to you?