Visions art of an emptiest past,
They’re dancing within my dreams,
Utterance of nothing but broken word,
All within the quiet of my silent screams,
The slow control of all that was,
Life once held inside, now gone and burnt,
Within this darkness now nothing but my pain,
Only nightmares to show, despair shines brightest,
Endless thoughts, what could have been, forlorn regret,
That is but only just a common day,
My core lost among the shattered pieces,
I pray and pray as memories slowly fade away,
No answer comes, no healing of my soul’s slow death,
I embrace my coming end…


I am lost, must somehow find myself again….

Who am I, I thought I knew
The search seems harder than before
I know who I seem to be now
Yet I’ve always wanted more

Ever my own biggest critic
Nothing good enough to ply
Insignificance in the whole of life
Always too stunted to fly

I’ve grown to recluse in this place
Afraid to step outside into life
Pains from the past haunting all of my dreams
Refusal of tomorrows, after demons of the past

Can’t settle for less than perfection
At least when it comes to me
Until reached I must hide, must keep far away
So they will by no means see

I become now just a number
No meaning left to my name
I drift from friends and loved ones
Crawl back in this hole again

This shell I try to hide behind
Is dusty, worn and thin
But I can’t want, no sharing of tears
So I pull back in and cringe…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 27th 2007

Of Darkness Descent

I can find no answers
There is no place I can turn
All that I hoped for
Many lessons yet to learn

Stranded and lost here
The darkness returned
I shed tears from the irony
No hope when needed most

The universe at this time
Like an unwelcoming host
Where gone my strength
Questions new to ponder

How long must I journey
This quest of the ages
I lost and most weary
In this sea of angry faces

And I, in agony, await an answer…….

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre September 15th, 2007