Death is only the beginning

I saw a man. He wandered through my dreams. Like a ghost he haunted me. Every dream he was there like an empty shell of existance. Expressionless, in his tattered suit just staring at me. I tried to control my dreams to do whatever must be done to be rid of him. But to no evail. He was always there. 

One day after nights of no sleep I saw him, not in my dream but standing before me, the reflection in the mirror. I thought I was loosing it. Every window that bore a reflection there he was. Every mirror he stood staring. I tried to ignore it, it was just my lack of sleep. 

Months have gone bye an I'm starting to forget what I look like. All I see is him. Emotion is leaving me. I'm becoming a vacant shell of a man that once was. A cold desolate existance of a life without feeling. Coldness surrounds me like the abyss of hell.

Daily routine is all I know now. Though I feel nothing. No love, no joy, no sorrow, no pain. Strange, I've forgotten who I am or how I came to be.

Then one day I stood before the mirror an what I saw brought chills to the depths of my miserable soul. I saw no man, just the rotting corpse of a man that once was. Maggots eating away, the flesh gone. I saw me. 

I had been dead along time, taken my own life in an act of rage. I had given up on life an love, the simple pleasures  and had gone mad. This was my forever torment, Satan playing a cruel joke. Forever to repeat my last days, forever to be taunted by the man in my dreams who all along was really just a man who couldn't live an love, a man who was really just a reflection of me. If only I could have lived, if only I could have loved. Death, is only the beginning.....

By Matthew branton

The scent of beauty lingers long after your gone like a rose entwined with my soul.
My fingers remember the carress of your skin and the flow of your curves. 
My tongue knows the taste of your skin and the wetness of your world.
My eyes are burned with an image of your face.  
My ears hear the distant echo of your voice. 
My dreams taunt me with never ending images of time past.
All the comely that my memory holds of you is pointless for I still just sit here in silence, alone, waiting for something that'll never be. Cursed for eternity.

By Matthew branton 

Have you ever walked down the mother road? 
That deserted two lanes of blacktop.
Nothing around but memories.
The weeds over run, breaking there way through the pavement.
The tumble weeds in the wind the only sign of movement.
I sat in the middle of that road, cracked and faded as she was I could feel the life emanating from her.
Surrounded by the saddness of the present and the simplicity of time past.
A simple road that meant so much yet tossed aside for something new, alittle time saved.
Now sits slowly being taken back by time like an old car rusting away in the field.
The neon that remains holds no light from time past.
The paint replaced with rust and dust.
The life that this road represented forgotten by most.
Before my time yet I sit here daydreaming of what once was, the stories I was told as a kid make my imagination scream with possibilities.
I would have loved to see you in your prime, the joy and comely you stood for, a simpler time.
And aged as you may be, I take joy in cruising you. 
For now I can only dream, but as long as we remember, you will remain.

By Matthew branton  

The bed hasn't been made in days.
The pillows forever bearing the shape of what once was.
The entity of greatness struggling to remain.
Breath slow, the body unwilling. 
The mind remains and the ears listen.
As the fairwells said the singular tear breaks free slowly falling down the cheek.
The chest makes it's last rise signifying the end.
 In one moment in time as the life of one man ends everything he as ever done and everything he could have done meets.
Every memory comes flooding through the mind.
Death is only the beginning.
Nothing will prepare you, but if your mind is willing and your soul longing you can see the soul transcend from this plain to the next. 
Truly a beautiful thing to see heaven, and a curse as well. 
At peace at last I long for us to meet again. One day my friend, one day.

By Matthew branton

We are

I'm the demon on your shoulder.
I'm the angel in your heart.
I am part of legion and the chaos within.
I am the voice of reason and the sole source of serenity.
I am the predator in the shadows.
I am the light that shines through the darkness.
I bring forth the chills of death with my very touch.
I am the bringer of life.
I am the plague.
I am the cure.
I am the cause of your misfortune.
I am the reason you've succeeded.
I am nothing.
I am everything.
We are evil.
We are good.
We are here, in you, around you, speaking in whispers, guiding you and taunting you. We are here, and we see you, the real you. And you can never hide from what truly lies inside.

By Matthew branton