Onyxx

  The Light at the End of the Tunnel Beyond the long dark tunnel, I’d hoped to find a light But it seems that from my anguish, there’s no reprieve in sight: The light was just the frigid moon that glared into my grave My love was master of my heart, but I was just his slave I showed up bruised and broken then was crushed beneath his heel I’d hoped that love would heal me, but it seems love isn’t real. For far too long I worshiped him, but I was null and void He once was my addiction, my drug, my opioid Now here in ash and ruin, in retrospect I see Here in my apocalypse, there’s nothing left of me. As agonizing years went by, I fought to earn his love He constantly assured me that I’d never be enough I gave him everything I had, and all I ever was  But everything’s gone up in smoke. Now all is lost, because I took too long to realize, I've always been alone There’s no capacity for love within his heart of stone Now here in Hell and chaos, in retrospect I see Here in my apocalyp...

  Cold Winter Daze  I remembered slipping down the steep embankment; the frost crunching beneath my boots as I scrambled desperately, trying to keep myself from falling into the semi- frozen river below. I remembered, as I hit the thin ice, how it cracked crisply beneath my boots, my knees, my hands. I remembered how my heart pounded as the ice gave way so easily beneath my weight. I remembered falling through, into the water beneath, and how the excruciating cold seemed to slice through me like so many shards of frozen glass.  The next thing I remembered was lying face up, seemingly paralyzed, the snow-covered branches of the trees swaying above me, looking strangely distorted. I couldn't blink. I couldn’t move. I slowly realized that I was frozen beneath the river- encased in ice!  The following days passed by torturously slowly. I didn't know how long I'd been there, but I was sure it had been much longer than the twenty three days I'd counted since regaining cons...

  Ghost Fleet   The Spanish galleon, Esmeralda was lost at sea in August of 1684. She was said to have carried a king’s ransom in gold and other treasures, and had set sail from Mexico, headed back to Spain. The hurricane hit nine days out and the galleon and all on board were presumed to have gone down somewhere in the west Atlantic.    Centuries later, American treasure hunter, Luis Belenfante, the captain and owner of the ship, Tiamat, scoured the floor of the Bermuda Triangle where Esmeralda was calculated to have gone down. Belenfante had spent nearly a million dollars over the course of three years, hunting for the lost galleon. The calculated location had thus far covered over seven hundred square miles.  Belenfante’s sonar devices had picked up numerous wreckage sites, but none that even remotely resembled Esmeralda.   Finally, in the autumn of that third year, sonar devices picked up something promising. A deep water probe was sent down to scour th...