Sad Farewell

Slain in a robbery,
a mother of two
living in poverty.
A sad farewell,
as it happened so soon,
on a bloody
valentines afternoon.

Sad Farewell by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Cockroaches

Your dead on your bed,
as cockroaches come in.
They devour your head,
like a drunk drinking gin.

As cockroaches come in
they cover your bed.
They consume all your skin
like men being fed.

They devour your head
in the silence of night;
they begin to shred
like a razor in flight.

Like a drunk drinking gin,
on a cold dark night,
your daughter staggered in...
to a monstrous sight.

Cockroaches by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

The Signorina

The beautiful signorina,
weeping plethora
over her lovers grave.

For the night before,
she loved and adored,
when her lover engaged.

Little did they know,
the balsam they adored
would cease, being no more.

He was shipped out in morn,
where the battleships did mourn,
overreaching the seaboard floor.

The Signorina by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

It Wont Make A Sound

Rope heightens,
noose tightens
into a knot.

The chair creaks,
the knees quake,
a sudden drop.

Breath escapes
death initiates;
it won't make a sound
taking your last day.

It Wont Make A Sound by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Stress

Its appears,
as an iceberg
floating upon the sea,
with only its surface shown:
but lingering below,
the depth or breadth is unknown
as it engages for war
upon the voyage
you sojourned.

It builds,
like a volcano ready to explode
upon the island shores,
turning the golden beaches
into dark charcoal magma forms
of lifeless sludge
suffocating all that once was,
under it surface.

It covers,
like a winters snowstorm;
a derailed train off the icy track,
her passengers thrown
into the bitter cold without warning;
unprotected, the elements devouring.

It is vicious,
like the wild beast
set free, hungry, seeking
its next meal to devour instantly
as it tears with its teeth
limb from limb.

It devastates
families, entire communities
without notice,
for it has no soul -
it only seeks to serve itself
as it fuels off of your grief.

It kills,
leaving you empty
with no peace;
only a wooden box
lying at your feet
six foot deep
waiting for you to enter.

Stress defeats,
it lingers beneath,
it builds to explode
to cover in grief.
It is vicious without mercy,
it devastates in disbelief,
it kills everyone eventually.

So please, please,
listen to me
- seek the one thing
that you, that I,
that we all
desperately need,
seek to live fully
and absolutely
stress free.

Stress by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Watery Grave

Theories of death
entangle my mind,
as the moon shivers
her light so fine
upon the watery grave
beneath me.

Perplexities intense
with a body of death;
     motionless,
     wrapped,
     and unseen.

For in the first degree,
murder lay siege
on this dark summers eve;
     the shivering light
     shinning so bright,
     where death
     was dealt
     so coldly.

The murderers rage,
consuming their prey
beneath the streets of the city;
     and the victim lays
     in the icy rage,
     as she cautiously
     hides her prey,
     in the dark depths
     of her fury.

The Watery Grave by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

The Woods

Intentional homicide,
the man had died -
while out in the woods.
What a mess,
as the killer expressed
     - an emotional day for me!

The Woods by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

I’m Sorry My Love

We spin,
we dance,
we are free;
intertwined,
embracing;
holding, loving
one another
for a lifetime
- inside my mind.

Then I -
I look,
it all passed by
in a blink of an eye,
and now your gone.
Nowhere to be seen
- vanished - into a barren dream
of emptiness, of void, because of me.

I bow before your grave
where I have died a million times,
weeping and mourning over the lost time
that could have been. But I, instead, just dreamt
and never understood how much you truly loved me;
neglecting our time that could have been loving one another.
But now you are gone into the world of the unseen
as your memory torments my soul constantly.
So please, please, if you can hear me,
forgive me for all I have done;
for the tears of loneliness;
of heartbreak and sorrow,
I'm sorry my love
for tomorrow
will never
come.

I’m Sorry My Love by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Cyborg

I gaze into your eyes,
And darkness is all you see,
For death has encompassed me.

The world that I once knew
Has been ripped and torn
Into the darkness of still-born
Horror that will never leave
My constrained reality
Of computerized torment and calamity.

I move without mercy;
I stop for none
As I inhale death into my
Lifeless soul of what I once was.

Vengeance is mine says my desire
As I inflict my torturous rage
On all that created me,
Transforming me,
Into this metallic life form
Of a once human being.

My wrath has yet to be seen,
For let the truth be known
        - I am the one that made me.

Cyborg by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

Murder

Murder,
Charming deceit:
Taking without conscience.
Chaos, heartbreak, calamity:
Lawless.

Murder by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

What Evil Brings

A demon thrives from the ancient of times,
Lighting his way to the present.

Mesmerizing all who are brought to dwell
Upon his twisted barbaric perceptions.

Looking towards the east, this evil one seeks
A creed of his venomous deeds;
     Systematically rising are his teachings of hell,
          Like the sun upon the open sea.

He requires the death of all who fail
In the compulsion of what he preaches;
     Many misled from his heretical spell
     As he deceives in the name of his king.

And if you refuse his spoon fed news
Your death with certainly follow;
     A slit to your throat
     With blunt knife strokes;
          Into your grave
          As a martyr.

What Evil Brings by K. Saitta © 2010, A Walk In Verse

I Wait

As I gaze into the face of death,
She veils her eyes from me.
She ignores my pleas for sanity,
As I live in this earthly calamity.

Suicide binds my mind
As pain torments
My each waking hour;
Like a cold winters night
     – Frozen –
In a motionless state
Of chaos and terror!

Will peace ever show his face
Like in the days of old?

Will he ever let life ease these sorrows
Of trauma from this unjust world?

Is torment the only face
That I will ever know
From this day forward
     – Waiting –
Until the day that I drift
Away from this fallen
     Empty place
      – Called home –

I Wait by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

Death

She torments without mercy;
She disregards color and creed;
She arrives without warning:
And when her trigger sings,
You're lifeless –
Your existence begins to cease.

She hunts without pity;
She destroys like a disease.
She strips away your sanity
As she inflicts with her deeds.

She cares not for the needy,
Nor the humble, or the weak;
She enjoys your cries for mercy
As she destroys your will to be.

She is ruthless; she's never-ending,
No boundaries does she keep:
She comes without a warning,
Carrying vengeance to her feast.

I pray she ends her afflictions,
Her tortures terrorize me.
I pray she ceases her anger:
I am shallow, broken and weak
From the heartache she does bring.

Death by K. Saitta © 2009, A Walk In Verse

What’s to come?

Death decays daily life,
Eventually everyone endures this everlasting plight.
Articulating afterthoughts of life’s atrocities,
Traversing tragically with tremendous uncertainties,
Helplessly hoping heaven accepts you mercifully.

What’s to come? by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse

Paradigm of Iniquity

Tears flood my soul with torment.
The unjust live in the harmonization of evil.
This world, a place I no longer want part of.
The paradigm of iniquity is beseeched upon us.

Horror lives upon our every breath.
Predators stalk as vultures consume the corpses.
Justice sees with eyes concealed by fire
Accepting wickedness without hesitation.

God’s glory betrayed by the inadequate,
Belligerently aggressive to moral righteousness.
Indoctrinated into the world’s realm of misery,
Waiting to burn in an eternity of condemnation.

No mercy do I seek for these creatures of wickedness!
The indignation of wrath seeks to destroy these abominations.
Their souls tormented in an eternal sea of smoldering torture,
For death is the only article these malicious warrant.

Paradigm of Iniquity by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse