Her lies are consistent
Her smile is hollow
But when she wears upon her head
Her crown of despair
You're in for a surprise
Because she twiddles her thumbs
And her dull eyes spark a resolution
To a plan she forms within her mind.

Her heart is kept
Frozen in time,
Out of reach
Far from those she may spite.

Her hands are cold
Her sneer is dreadful
But when she wears upon her shoulders
Her cloak of vengeance
You're in for a surprise
Because she taps her chin
And her fingers bounce with joy
Against the blade she wields beside your bed.

Otherworldly..
transfixed we were,
the sirens' music
within the nightly mist.

Damnation..
we belonged,
insanity
terror
depression
the foreboding fear -
we felt them all.

The sirens' music was heard,
it crept into our consciousness
and so we stood frigid..
cold were our bodies
and warm were our hearts
within this nightly mist.

There is a time limit
for everything
so why..
are these daggers
continuously
aimed at my heart?

If I had the power
to do so -
then I would forever
stay in the moment
where I am most at peace.

Yet, the 24 hour cycle is nearly over
and I will have to face it
so that I can unravel
once more
a crumbled mess
upon the cold kiss of the ground.

Our hearts bleed open
and they close up
for the mightiest
to once again
barge through, uninvited.

Our minds replay several scenarios
before they shut down,
for rest to come
to once again
bring along a head-piercing pain.

Our hands tremble
and they clench into fists,
for the gentle
to once again -
pry at our yearnings.

There is a time limit
of 24 hours on the clock
incidents will repeat
and people will change
but these daggers
will forever be aimed
at our silly, but lovely hearts.

Farewell
one day,
we will reunite
beneath the blossoming
of the flowers that have awoken.

The songs of the church bell
will ring from a place afar,
we won't race towards it -
no, we are happy right where we are
because the sun is resting
upon our frozen cheeks,
and our souls are at peace.

We will share tales
of our pasts and families,
that we will no longer return to -
let us pluck the petals
from each and every flower
that we have set our sights upon,
and it shall drift onwards
floating across seas of clear blue,
and mountains of longful beauty.

Sitting in a circle,
our smiles at their brightest
and our laughter at its loudest -
one day we will reunite
but for now,
farewell.

Whispers travelled the corridors
anxiety filled the air,
and there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain
with skin as cold as ice.

Nobody dared to approach
but anyone could see,
the pills that lay nestled
within the palm of her hand.

And in the midst of all the tension
the silence seemed to overwhelm,
those who looked on wanted to run
they wanted to forget
because there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain,
with a smile as serene as the clouds.

They walk on
cloaked
rotted
disfigured
and jaded -
their feet leave behind no trace
upon this dirtied path
towards their doom.

They look forward
distance
blurs
remote
and devoid-
this desert is their ground
as they fight within themselves
the corrupted filth,
shaded from the sun
the darkness creeps
into this deserted cemetery.

Bodies broken to the core
bloodied
bones
distorted
and ghastly -
the cloaked figures
they walk onward,
past the corpses
blinded to reality...
these ghosts prevail.

Numb,
fading..
the years took its toll,
onto a dying man's heart.

A breaking body,
and a sorrowed soul..
the stress kept building up,
and the alcohol was his comfort.

Five years,
and onwards..
he would brave the storm,
and not succumb to his death.

Aromas,
and tastes -
he could no longer recognise,
as he lay against the bed
eyes shut and fading,
never again..
would his sight lay upon his family.

Digging myself a grave,
within my heart
where all my secrets are kept..
where the corruption spreads,
and the numbing pain remains.

Digging myself a grave,
within treasured memories
of an incomparable time..
where my world felt endless,
and the weightlessness remains.

Digging myself a grave,
within my soul
where the needles poke..
where the reason dwells,
and the labyrinth remains.

Hideous
gruesomely frightening
I wear this mask,
the devil that I am

self absorbed
and inhumanly cold..

my angry howls do not falter
but you are there,
an image of innocence
upon your face..

the walls break and they crumble

due to the pressure..

of my untamed fists
and fiery depression,
whereas my tears
are the cause

for this disfigured flesh..

my shadows draw you near
my chains enslave you,
struggle as you might..

break apart thoroughly

until you are nothing more than a doll
with black voids for eyes..

kneel before me,
submit your entirety

however..

do not plead
for I will not remove my mask,
and accept a being
so utterly angelic as you are.

You don't see me
that inside..
there is only fragility
that I am growing weaker yet

when you push me down
with that brute force

of your gentleness,

but when I cry..
it is inside this complicated heart
that I'm just yearning for more

for the strength and the warmth
that your arms envelop me within..

as the ecstasy crushes
my very soul

into highs and lows..

fervently
overwhelmingly so..
this love that I feel
is what sets me
into this disarray.