I bore witness

"I bore witness"

There on that throne of skin and bone

I dared to look at that which I dared to see,

I bore witness and from the darkness

moaned a voice "It has come to this,"

And standing where my feet will stay

I looked upon that devil

as it turned and said to me,

bare witness to this,

And a horrifying beast marched out from the darkness

with pain and suffering in follow

forged in the fires of My misery,

And standing where my feet will stay 

I looked upon that beast

as it snarled and said to me,

bare witness to this,

And a man in hooded shadow came forth

draped in blood and intimate sorrow,

Plagued by the haunting memories of my thoughts

he rots and cries those tears of things not,

And there under that hood of blood and pain

I dared to look to which he cried to me,

bare witness to this,

And all those thoughts of mine of my life

were plagued with stains of lies

I wished were true,

And I cried those tears of things gone

forever forgetting

I bore witness to this

to exist to experience it all over again,

I looked upon that devil

broken and bare

forever forgetting 

I had caused all this.

-Armando Torres

The Dead Night

"The Dead Night"

There I sit

in the quiet darkness of it all

Wondering how it came to this;

Hearing the tiny chirps of the crickets

outside the window seal

      and the soft midnight breeze

brush against the leaves.

Nothing is left

But the calmness of the night;

the dead calm of it all.

The night sky sitting above

Watching,

     with its thousands of glittering eyes,

The things we do

     to satisfy those moments of urge.

There I sit in silent darkness

with my witness above and my eyes below;

there to sit

     to wonder how it came to this.

I sit with my head hung low

inside my chair

whose squeaks are the only other noise

to slice the dead silence of black,

the calmness of night;

I can finally feel the cold chill of darkness.

Drip dripping the cold blood on my hands;

trickling to the floor

staining a deep red;

Drip dripping this cold blood not of my own;

Drip dripping this silence of night off my hands.

I stare with my head hung low

by the window seal

at the dead calm of it all.

I sit in darkness

wondering how it came to this

but realize the silence of my answer.

Nothing is left

but the calmness of this night.

-Armando Torres

As He Forever Forgets v2

"As He Forever Forgets"

Gone are the days of happier times

as he slides

a freshly sharpened knife

up and down

along his veins,

He knows every motion brings him closer

to a place

where everything from the present will be gone

and

he can finally forget.

But as time drips past

only the ugly hollow remains of now

stains his face,

He had wished it would have been different,

to feel the world in a healthy way.

But time continues to slip way

taking with it

all reality and his pain,

As he slowly starts to forget

what it was

that brought him to this place.

The tender slices

along his arms

only remind him now

of a life worth living.

The salty tears of regret

linger at the edges of his eyes,

Spilling over only 

when he remembers

another lovely memory.

Gone are the days of happier times,

His life now has been stripped down

to only the little sounds of night

and

the silence of a bathroom floor,

Only the days of here and now

pierce his soul

as time slowly drips

from his wrists.

Soon it won't matter,

he will not exist.

He forgets what now feels like

as another tear slips away

at another lovely memory.

Gone are the days and only

a silent night

on a bathroom floor is left.

Gone are all the regrets,

Gone are the sunsets

and everything he felt,

As he strays further away

And he forever forgets.

-Armando Torres

My Faintest Image v2

"My Faintest Image"

There you are in my faintest image,

in the corner of my mind.

There you are smiling back at me

forever forgetting me

And that life

we were once supposed to have;

nothing more now

than just 

a ghostly collage of memories.

They haunt me so deep.

I fight back these sorrow filled tears

just to remember them,

All those moments,

gone to time

but still here in the present

to remind me that all I want to say is...

I miss you.

But I would be the only one to hear it.

Though...

there you stay

in my faintest image.

Missing you and your smile,

the touch of your lips against mine,

the comfort your arms around me brings.

I miss you I do but

I'll never say it.

Everything we had in that life

that existed between us 

has fallen

into dark water,

Sinking further with every passing moment.

Reaching for it 

I 

have fallen in too.

I look up and watch you 

as I drown away

into infinite darkness,

grabbing wildly upward,

desperate to be remembered.

I miss you I do, but,

I'll never say it.

Sinking further down still,

into the dark of infinite,

your picture exists

in my faintest image,

haunting me,

making me cry tears

underwater

mixing my existence inside irrelevance,

where reality will never see,

All that is left in the end

of proof I was ever really here,

are the haunting echoes 

of your sweet

"I love you's"

-Armando Torres