You became the very thing
That drove your mother to madness

I‘m a man they said

calm and composed
For when I speak these knives come out
cutting the air on its way

For my lips are the whestone
sharpening the blade these words are
whenever I speak my heart

For the pain I carry is the dark obsidian
forming the edge
where I would fall from

Destructive with intention to love
No one but myself to blame
A monster created out of the soul of a saint

I’m running out of places
To hide from myself

"They say dreams come true.
aren't nightmares dreams too?"
She said
"My biggest nightmare was when
  I dreamt of falling for you."
  He sighed
"Guess dreams do come true."

the halls are empty but the walls are filled with your whispers

it takes courage to step out the door;
to pick your battles,
when there’s nothing left fighting for.