The creator (+ pyrrhic and Persist )

The creator (masterpiece):

oh how the melody speaks

upon screams wake

crescendos and breaks

the blood flows red

across canvass fine and spread

oh, my dear sweet muse

I hath only one fear

as I use thy bounty

is but one life

to give for the sheer

beauty that is art

that tarry or wander

gifts shall be squandered

and such distaste

shall never merit

this artist true

from this pallet

of splendor and grander

in this our greatest moment

our time of unison

of oneness

the joy of true creation

the sounds of your screams

as I hold dear your spleen

forming something new and clean

smiling a true masterpiece

to be seen

Kalorriinn, James. Mason

Pyrrhic:

I look upon the grey

same ole empty life

the color's bled away

the world is rife with regret

my existence is pyrrhic

long, joyless and rue

the blades that cross the flesh

and the hands that tied the noose

pills they say cure all

but here I sit still trapped

tearing at the holes

once were heart and soul

stuck inside this mind

passing the slowing time

waiting for the night

the stars a memory

my shadow fades away

its friendship,

the only thing that's real

Kaloriinn, James. Mason

Persist:

Sing for what the morrow brings

In sorrow as it never brings

promises belonging to a never land

gasping for air

Meant for those that comply

Deepest in this internal void

Drowning, from tears run dry

My low the new form of high

Diffidence that punishes breathing

Dreams of stars long dead and dying

a comfort in confiding

In the grave, forever the lie

like scars upon the wrists

with no wish so fleeting

Endless sleep, so tired

of the ceaseless drum beating

Can I find the answers I seek

in this nightmare I keep

Why I exist, reasons unknown

as against all reasons

against my will

against the odd

Stuck in this persistence

Kalorinn, James. Mason.