Are they serving you or are you a slave to them -
Those voices in your mind.

Are you leading, or following behind, in your theatre of mind.

Choose your words. Your thoughts. Your path.
Plot them out at will.

Here and now, you make your choice.
It's your life to fulfill.

Let shivers trail across your skin,
Let desire crawl across the surface.
Let it stir awake those sleeping feelings,
Let it pull them from their depths.
Coax the sounds from our lungs and chests,
Let them reverberate til theres nothing left.

I'll drop to my knees for you;
You don't even have to ask.
Just let me do this simple task -
let me hear those shuddered gasps.

Stifled breath upon the sight;
A man with such magnetic might.
All thoughts run empty, when there are typically plenty,
No more words to be found.

The season changes -
Warm nights cool off, frost lingers in the morning.
Trees shed their green, while embracing that fading warmth into their tones.
As grasses retreat to the soil, as rivers ice over,
leaves fall from their branches. Letting go.
No longer bound to that from which they grew.

The soil shifts. The mountains crack.
The boulders tumble, a predetermined track.
Nothing solid, stays forever.
All that lives, endures the weather.

The visions blur, those thoughts unheard.
The secrets tended, become lies defended.
Everything paused, envelops never.
All that dies, had once surrendered.

You fell into the darkest space -
A place where sound, was silence
That ocean of murky waters.
Look up, see your reflection
Meet those eyes, staring down -
Take the hand which is offered
Make sure that you don't drown.

Eyes glance into each other -
These souls, they don't understand
They watch you wade into those dark waters...
"Where are you going?" They ask.
"Home" you said, in a matter-of-fact tone
Knowing where you go, you head out
Alone.

.         Let me out. Please.
                               Please, let me out.
          Let me out, Please.
                               Please, let me out.

Unlock the door. Please.
                               Please. Unlock the door.
Unlock the door. Please.
                               Please. Unlock the door.

I hear a key scrape inside a mechanism,
                                                      In a lock, down the hall.

   Let me be next. Please.
                               Please. Let me be next.
   Let me be next. Please.
                               Please. Let me be next.

Footsteps clap the floor,
      Then I peer shadow, under door.

    Open the door. Please.
                                Please. Open the door.
    Open the door. Please.
                                Please. Open the door.

Silence.

                                          Silence.
                                                      ­                          Silence.

                             "...Please?"

         Silence.

Then those same steps...
                                                 Tap softly...

                                                      ­                               Away.

There was once a point in my life where you couldn't keep me from writing.
When the ink would flow from my pen in an unending stream, pouring my consciousness onto paper.

I have not lost myself,
At some point though, I stopped loving myself the way I deserve.

The poison of criticisms had seeped their way into my mind and forever altered the chemistry of my brain into an acidic soil deprived of nutrients.
The winding weeds of doubt overtaken all the space, coaxing their way into every crevasse.

I struggle to pull these weeds out at their root, feeling as though I am constantly nipping at fresh buds, overwhelmed, as I cannot find the spaces beneath the surface where true problems lie.

Can I just throw out all this tainted soil  and begin anew with fresh dirt, or am I to spend a lifetime pulling at weeds trying to make room for flowers and food.

I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Erased.

What do I do, with this sadness.
There's still more left after it spills onto canvas.
I write some words with my pen into a journal and then,
I slip further into this state of madness.

Daylight is fading.. the night sky will soon envelop my world.
The light will fade away from day, til darkness is the only thing to stay.
And all I can do is watch.

Yes I see these memories,
But was I really there?
Body and mind both there in time,
Though soul and thoughts, were where?

The past a story written down,
The pages in a book.
Photographs on camera roll,
The ones I never took.

What lie in your home,
In corners, undisturbed.
Are there thoughts, feelings, of things unknown,
Or one's that may preturb?
Have you ever felt a draft blow through;
That shiver of regret.
Or is your heart hidden from outside view,
Unseen, by even you.

Saftey in shelter, in secrets kept,
I see you, tall and proud.
I also peer through veil and shroud,
Seeing loss for which you've never wept.

How can you expect, to be love adept,
Shunning all feelings which have crept.

I've fallen back into the abyss,
After swimming in a sea of light.

It's much darker here than I remember.

A shadow drapes itself across my naked body,
Weightless.. yet, heavy.
The shilouetted form cuts itself a share of my light.
Leaving behind a darkness.

Empty space.

Peering eyes, unseen.
I wish this were a dream.

Come out now, I beckon and coax.

Turmoil; twisted and tethered,
like tendrils on my subconscious.

They grip.

It's my only goal to make them slip, unclip, and submit.

I am to wash away all negativity and dismay, to make my world anew by light of day.

In my mind, my soul, my body, my whole; these things I will not let stay.

I will taste the lust on your lips,
For I have watched it linger there.
I will coax out those words you hide in your mind,
For I have seen sentances spark within your stare.
I will bite at these things that keep you contained,
For I also wish to be free from restrains.

I've never learned to wade in the waters of a soul before venturing deeper,
Instead I jump right in, an eloquent dive into the deep end.

Paralyzed with possibility;
These choices stun something within me.
Yearning to grasp what it is I want,
Whilst keeping myself chained. A taunt.

The animal within stirs up a chorus of growls,
The innocence slips past that thought which fouls.

My claws are sharp. My teeth, the same.
I am one who can not be tamed.

Pull the sheets up;
Let's hide under them.

No one can find us here.
Sure, no one is looking, either.
But I want to be with you, no distractions.

Take my hand in yours,
Can you hear my heart racing?

Can you tell my soul is aching?
I want to let it go.
I wanted to let you know,
Because I'd never let it show.

Would you stay with me, after the fact?
Could I share with you the truths of my past?
I don't want what we have to be ruined by that.
I don't want what we have to be ruined by anything.

Is it better I keep my secrets hidden,
That I keep inside where I hurt?
Or do you wish to lick my wounds.

Can I be myself with you,
Or only a percentage..

You were the first drop of rain after a seemingly endless drought.
The beginning of the end of a barren Era.

After that first drop, the crops began to take life.
The trees seemed to stand taller,
The animals, seemed calmer.

You were the start of everything new.
You were the embodiment, of everything true.

I couldn't ask a thing from you,
Your presence is enough to fulfill a lifetime.

Tie a knot in twine.
Stop a thought in time.
Cut a rope, slit a throat.
Floors and walls the blood will coat.

Resist evil. Remain pure.
Do not feed these thoughts which stir.

This is what I've wanted.
To slip under sheets and get a restful sleep,
Instead of laying awake, uncertain, unsatisfied.

I've wished to be lost in the comforts of pillows and blankets,
Not left uncovered, uncomfortable.

I've found a new bed
I've found the dream outside my head.
I finally feel alive, not dead.

Cravings I've had before are nothing compared to thoughts of you,
The desire of lust is nothing, compared to the motivation for a conversation.
Hit that switch and let your thoughts drown me, I can drink them all.
Flip that lever and I'll show you my endeavor, to learn all I can of who you are.
Excitement at the mere thought of a thought, of a thought.
You're in my dreams, boy.
You are my dream, boy.

I miss feeling wanted.
Back when I knew I was desired,
Before I turned into someone who was acquired.

I lie naked before a man in armor,
Who asks me to undress more.
I lie naked, exposed, given no honor,
In the midst of a winter storm.

To remain, and sacrifice my mind and body,
Or leave with my skin void of all clothes.
Love is a lonely place to be,
Love may not be a place for me.

It was like radiation.
The atom bomb he dropped,
It was enough to **** us off.

I didn't know
The lingering effects
Would eventually **** anything
I held near, or dear.

There is not a day, I don't wish to be seen
As a woman straight out of a dream.

You come off as tough and unyielding,
And I, a maliable form..
Show me your weakness;
And I'll show you my strength.

I watched you fade away,
At a quicker pace
Than the bruises you left, on my body.

What's revenge,
If not a kiss
Who's pallete ranges, from sweet
To bitter.

If I cry to the moon, like a wolf in the woods..
Would it heed a reply?
If I let my tears drip, as I bathe in the river..
Would the fish taste the salts of my sorrow?
If I exhale a breath into the night air,
Would the breeze even be aware?

Are my actions frozen in place,
Or simply, displaced..
Like the smile from a face.

I feel your heat, fire.
I long to get close enough to be burned.
I am your observer, you can call me yours.
But you, are not mine.
I am one with the crowd flocked around you.
All of us close enough to feel,
But I'll envy the one you consume whole.
The pyromaniac who fears nothing and walks right in, to feel your all.

Scattered shavings of pencil led
To line the dusty floor.
Sketched art instead of words unsaid
Sleeping behind closed doors.
A sillouette in graphite lines
Surfaces in the dark,
When light shines out and down again
The creature does embark.

Don't leave the bottle out for the alcoholic,
who's in the midst of losing grip

Don't tempt the former addict,
who's mind can't stop craving the next drip

Don't smoke in front of the smoker,
who swears they've finally quit

Don't lend money to the gambler,
as temptation persistently insists

Don't even touch the *** addict,
cause at first, it's always bliss.

I look for you, as I walk through the grocery store.
In that brief moment, wondering if there is milk at home or not.
My eyes wander, hoping to find you,
Whilst my mind skips the thought.
I'll see a sliver of a car drive past me,
And I cant help to look at the driver, in case its you.

I'll avoid eye contact,
And speaking.
I'll walk silent, as though sneaking.
I am not here today;
If I am, no one sees me.

Sometimes I wonder
If it's because I have shut so much love out, in fear of hurt,
That love hasn't shown it's face to me
In years.

It's but a lonely place, in this heart.
No matter how clean things are kept,
It constantly feels it's all falling apart;
And to clean up this mess, I don't know where to start.