Crying Dreams
by Vincent Luebke
Bleeding
out your name under my unbeloved pain.
Missing
every breath I take.
Skipping
pictures through my brain.
Crying
from every missed thing.
Painting
your soul on my fading screams.
Praying
for it not to float away.
Standing
on the devil’s wing as I’m trying to dream of the unforgotten days.
Can’t
sleep with out seeing your sympathetic graces.
I’m
tired of not seeing your pretty faces.
Must be Me
by Vincent Luebke
He’s
clawing at the door as he’s lying in his masculine grave.
Fallen away from the forgotten
places.
Dropping tears as
everyone fades away.
Watching
as his ashes are scattered to this day.
Seeing every dead men’s dreams.
Wait one second I see
me.
I see my
body in the eight-foot grave.
Everything I saw must
have been my dying soul.
Pinch The Pain As You Fall
by Vincent Luebke
Try
to pinch the pain
looking for it to come again
so use to the apathy
beneath the fallen sins
We
all know the Devil’s coming again so pinch
the pain and watch your very breath
be taken in
Cold
air broken threw my skin, death is following
My
whiten faces
I stumble
into the Devil’s furnaces
The
unforgivable sins are inhaled threw
my lungs everywhere I run Death
comes, I guess my death will never end
(Note:
“threw” is not an error.)
Running Down our Cheek
by Vincent Luebke
Running
down our cheek.
Sadness
is like Jesus’ cry to God
and we say Why!
Why why me . . .
Why do we have sadness in our lives
it just makes us
want to die.
Sadness tastes
like
the tears
running
down our cheek.
