Allons, ange déchu, ferme ton aile rose ;
Ôte ta robe blanche et tes beaux rayons d'or ;
Il faut, du haut des cieux où tendait ton essor,
Filer comme une étoile, et tomber dans la prose.

Il faut que sur le sol ton pied d'oiseau se pose.
Marche au lieu de voler : il n'est pas temps encor ;
Renferme dans ton coeur l'harmonieux trésor ;
Que ta harpe un moment se détende et repose.

Ô pauvre enfant du ciel, tu chanterais en vain
Ils ne comprendraient pas ton langage divin ;
À tes plus doux accords leur oreille est fermée !

Mais, avant de partir, mon bel ange à l'oeil bleu,
Va trouver de ma part ma pâle bien-aimée,
Et pose sur son front un long baiser d'adieu !

Desire, you taunt me with jeers on your face,
Dagger at your back, you maneuver with grace
And ever so inviting is your touch in this place
That I fall in the dark every time in disgrace
For the worst psychological abuse is that from the mind,
You lure me, deceive me, then stab me behind
With the blow of a thousand wounds from old crimes,
And your once tempting smile I could no longer find.
Shadowed in cruelty, the mind is amused
When her host feels degraded, defeated and abused.
Loathe thee not your actions, no err on your end,
I'm fighting a war not even I comprehend.
Worry not, my love, protector and friend,
It is my own fears that will never see end.
But yea, what is this aching that burns in my skin?
it's once more the lust that laughs from within.

I feel like a loser stuck on the same level of life
Dying on the same exact part time after time again
Retry retry retry
I remember retry more fluently than my own name
Just wanted to be someone
Mean "special" in another's heart
Instead I received a dagger in my own
As the blood spills in circle around me
Forming a barrier I cannot cross
I stand, because I don't believe I deserve to sit
Absorbing the hatred towards myself
For becoming this being that I am not
What was I thinking when I decided to follow through with this plan
I realized it was wrong so long ago but it was a simpler time
Back than I was ignorant to the fact on what life really was
That it wasn't about being liked
It wasn't about being everyone's favorite
Now that I know the truth nothing is the same
I look upon my hands screaming fake at the top my lungs
I am fake, this is not who I am
It's too late for me though
Cause though I realize that this not who I am it is too late turn back
Not that there is a back to turn to
All I see is a trail of ashes because I burnt the real me out of existence
I don't even remember what I look like behind the mask
How could of been so blind
Now I cry in my sleep as attempt to remove the mask
Knowing that it is permanently glued to my face
For it is now my face
Because my true face has dissolved to waste

Where was I two years ago?
Nuzzling your hair?
Kissing your cheek?
Or was I numb with pain by now?
Every word choked out like pulling teeth.

Did we take a shower together that day?
Where I swore your body
Begged me to stay?
Did I ask you yet your reasons why?
Did you tell me nothing in reply?
Did I ask you yet if this was just a break?
Did I go to bed, praying I’d never wake?

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.

i want you if
even for the
shortest moment
of time
even if knowing
our hellos
will also be
goodbye.

i want
you

to hold me.