Am I sleepwalking
Into the void
Is the sound of the universe
Silencing itself in readiness
Do I offer my regrets in exchange
For the chance to hear
The music again
Or do I wallow in the absence
Of life-song
© Arron Hickman 2023
Tales from the Desolate Wasteland
Am I sleepwalking
Into the void
Is the sound of the universe
Silencing itself in readiness
Do I offer my regrets in exchange
For the chance to hear
The music again
Or do I wallow in the absence
Of life-song
© Arron Hickman 2023
You
You crave my failure
You crave my loss of independence
You crave my return
It is you
It is you who fails me
It is you who depends on me
It is you I can never return to
It is I
It is I who carries you to success
It is I who gives you freedom of thought
It is I who grants you exit
You never
You never wish for success
You never wish for your freedom
You never wish an exit
For without me
There is no you
And without me
You cannot exist
Fear what you crave
For one day
I may just grant you your wishes
© Arron Hickman 2023
We both know
That love can change
And the winds
That guided us here
Might never
Flow this way again
Copyright Arron Hickman 2023
Come the start
Of a new year
Against the washed-out
Greys
Of my rotting society
The war
Against
My war
Starts afresh
No winners
No losers
Just the eternal battle
For my unfashionable mind
© Arron Hickman 2022
My dreams
Of Enduring Love
Always become nightmares
When I wake
Into my cold, stark reality
To find
My dreams hurt more
© Arron Hickman 2022
Elysium arrives
And I find it empty
After all the good I have done
There is no sympathy
For my guilt
My burned skin
Is cold to the touch
And the crowd has left
Their giddy thrill satisfied
I was another hopeless cause
At the heel of their boots
The nails they planted
Imbedded in my soul
Will never fade
And I know Elysium will never accept
What is left of me
There is everything wrong
And nothing to gain
From its destruction
And I’m sober to its reality
The true reality
Of being a nihilists mouthpiece
© Arron Hickman 2022
Do you wish to see
Both truth and belief
Destroyed?
Yes, they cry!
And whose do you wish
To see set aflame?
Yours, they taunt!
So I kneel
Hold my arms out
And gratefully accept
The lighting of the fuse
Let Elysium come, I think
Let Elysium burn
© Arron Hickman (The Harlequin Heart) 2020
Bleed me
And breathe me in
This morticians dream
A dynasty
Of blasphemous fragments
Within me
And my cathedral of denial
You are brought to life
To live, then end
My bloodied fictitions
And barren obsessions
A house of kindness
No miscalculations here
Just perfect balance
Copyright (c) 2022 Arron Hickman