Poems by Toni Mazzella...

Optimistic Bullshit

Living in self made optimism
Surrounded by a shroud of pain
Enclosed by anguish
Drowning in a sea of my own tears

Awakened to the truth
Alive but unable to live the lie
Unable to see the light
But unwilling to yield to darkness

Lived a lie
For far too long
Lived in an idealism
A utopia couldn’t produce

Living for God knows what
Denying the existence of all that is not seen
Living for no one
Without reason to live or die

Questions unanswered
Unable to find the clues
Unsure of the questions
Searching without knowing what to find

Alone in a world of lies and deceit
Fooled not by life’s false promises
Alone inside myself
With nothing to find but pain

Waiting on the hill
Trodding neither up nor down
Waiting for the stampede
Waiting for something real

The Final Eclipse

With the rise of the sun,
it's radiant light falls upon my face,
with its warmth and tenderness,
it dries my tears that trickle down from my eyes.

As the sun shines forth it's beauty and light,
it's serenity restore and enliven my spirit,
it's light and warmth caress my soul,
and restore the hope and love in my heart.
and the coming of the night,
the warmth of the day disappear,
and with them the comforts and joys they bring.

The night with its dreariness came,
and with its merciless crow,
it steals what is not his own,
leaving the soul barren.

It's darkness conceal the horror,
of the deceit and betrayal at work,
it's chill and breeze of terror numb the body and soul,
as it's unmerciful touch of death performs it's task.

But, as the dawn comes once more,
the destruction of the night is revealed;
no longer will I know the light of your soul,
or feel the warmth of your touch.

As quickly as it was given,
it was taken from my grasp,
the light of the sun is gone,
and the darkness of the night will forever remain to haunt my soul.

Vampyre

As the last drops of blood fall to my feet,
and mix with the tears that have been shed,
I can feel the chill numbness within my bosom,
and the feeling within my body come to an end.

The wounds your hand had caused,
and the ache which I felt within my breast,
left scars running deep within my soul,
though it appeared to remain untouched.

I endured the pain you had given me,
and returned it with love and forgiveness;
No longer decieved by your broken promises and lies,
my eyes have seen the light of the truth.

My heart, pierced by your deception,
and torn apart by your cruel hand;
My last drop of blood has fallen into the puddle of tears,
my body dying with your memory-
to rise again anew.