See the hollow ruins lying on my face
They are constructs of guilt, masks of disavowed grace
Listen to my heart and the tones of its moans
It shifts back and forth like the saddest metronome

She looked like the product of a naughty night’s vice
Hung out in the crooked parts of town and bedded men not too nice
My hands raised her from squalor and carried her home
Whereas I was made of flesh bindings, she was chrome

Over love, the decadence took precedence
Her lavish comforts enclosed by a white picket fence
As my walls broke down, hers added cement
I gave her mansions of love and she gifted me a poorly pitched tent

My breath was choked, my mind confused
Twilights strung together and morosely fused
On a particular night, she marched towards, I, a speck
Dug her claws into my back and whispered poison towards my neck

“How does it feel kissing paranoia’s twitchy lips?”
“To look out from such a height and spit on all the tiny blips?”
She banished me from riches and abode
Stole my smile and had my chariot towed
Like Lucifer, my angelic wings had been clipped
On my soul’s sanctity, a golden Goddess sipped

With my friends, I goose-stepped down a dingy street, us all chomping down on pigs’ feet meat

My wet ears, inexperience glistening, opened up to the city eagerly listening

Heard orders for ****** and boy toys which, essentially, created walls of white noise

Found my way onto a queen-sized lump of trash and determined it a quality place to crash

Woke up suddenly to find the third eye of my mind permanently blind

Watched my body plunge into the absolute abysmal solely due to a habit of feeling terribly dismal

Started painting an accurate portrait of daily life using the ornate hues of continuous strife

Made a recipe for misery with some sassafras and a dab of the other side’s greener grass

It wasn’t until I chomped down on a half-finished Baby Ruth that my noggin’ tuned into the truth

Turns out, birds of a feather are held together by the absolute weakest of tethers

There’s a certain sweetheart I find to be on my mind
She confuses my feigned confusion with a heart’s protruding contusion
I’m simply a puppet master pulling strings
A singular audience for whom the Devil’s opera sings

I’m sick of the “hold on’s” and “baby, wait’s”
Spent too much time sorting through prospective bunk mates
I’ve started to dine in rooms lined with fright
Looking behind fate’s telescope to admire love from hindsight

I’ll dance in ****** subways for the pay checks of a busk
Bathe slickly and solely in bottled, manly musk
She avoids I with eye sockets that turn sharper than most crotch rockets
Our naughty escapade’s prequel simmers for its pending sequel

No earthly fawn will ever string this cold-hearted man along
I’ll make a splendid entrance in the home of my prey
Oh hey, cue the gong!
For the lucky gal on my mind:

You’ll get your head lopped off free of charge
Just as long as my ship’s able to enter the barge
I’m a wild thing chock to the teeth with bling
A diamond ring, golden chain, my favorite knife encrusted with pain

You’ll see the error of lengthy relationships
Become the chalice of lust from which true romance sips
******* lips now for they’re best served chilled
Feel the smeared screams of all the dames I’ve killed

I lift the bound man and promptly drop his filthy flesh into my cleansing chamber
My blade traces from his eyes downward, slicing tear ducts from their seams
This arena of porcelain will be a virtuous site for his rebirth, his Becoming
The vermin prays with thick streams of ruby repentance running down his face
There is no forgiveness to be sought, no heart to be bought

I turn the **** towards the Devil’s direction
Jets of scalding blood coat the man like scarlet skin
He is barely able to protest and, at best, manages to writhe
I look upon this majestic transformation; my expression held blithe
As the gore mounts in height, the man’s screams begin to muffle
Relentless wriggling recedes rapidly into barely a shuffle

He is submerged in the depths of horror, drowned from my design
I drag the newly created spirit from its resting place and into the light
Its splendor is truly divine; unfit for any eye but mine
I hang its body alongside beings of fellow weeping demeanor
A cadre of crimson angels

This is my monument
My body of work
My Legacy
You are the fleshy materials through which my design is fulfilled
Your bones are the structures upon which my palace resides
Your hearts are pulverized into crimson paste
The walls are smeared in this grotesque essence
The ceiling drips with remnants of your soul
Feel the foundations shake and the rafters shudder
They tremble with the radiance of my power, of my sheer magnitude
I am the architect of demise
The carpenter of unequivocal destruction
I bathe in blood and mark my creations similarly
There is no escape from the Pandora’s Box that is my psyche
I will transform and transcend this world from its shriveled forerunners
Bricks of sinew are lain-held together by tendon
They reflect the solidity of my resolve
They are reminders of my Legacy
For after all
Genocide is my Magnum Opus

I looked through the window and saw bellowing fires

******-soaked remains of my city choke the air-victims of new empires

During all conflicts of human history, death is the favored solution

Lead chiefly by ruthless automatons immune to moral dissolution

This vestige of a world is one born from dust and brimstone

I am now merely memories made of ash, agonizing the past with bitter groans

In this state of reflection, I thanked Him, for my sense of hope never retires

That is, until I looked through the window and saw bellowing fires

I’m a drunkard for your intoxicating love
I suppose, darling, you have the sweetest lips
Your addicting forms fit me just like a glove
Guises like smoke clouds with catty eyes or hourglass-shaped acid trips


You taste like freshly picked honey suckle
For that, I’ll forgive the tooth marks left on my heart
The pain even makes me laugh, makes me chuckle
Feels like a belt buckle striking the bony tips of a knuckle


Before you start sprinkling sugar atop these ****** wounds
I should start confessing
Darling, I know it’s depressing, but please don’t stop your discipline
I’ve been acting like a naughty boy who’s always breaking his toys

I need to learn my lesson

I sink during my highs and soar during my lows
I feel brightest during the night and warmest when the wind blows
I’m alone in a crowd of thousands and bitter during Valentine’s Day
To unpleasant “Goodbye’s,” my voice always responds with a “Hey!”
I drink from downstream, conversely from where the river flows
I’ve got feet with feeling fingers and hands gripping through toes
I’ll talk about your hopes but when the question’s turned, I don’t know what to say
I’m an irrational guy and, everyday, paradoxes are the game I play

Baby, I’m a lightning blast living in a lane that’s blazing fast
I’m hotridin’ down the streets of greed, leaving a trail of pain and planting bad seeds
Better keep up ‘cause I’m burning through the *******, wanna start eating my dust?
My cold heart’s got no grasp of romance or love, it’s drowning in lust
I’ve got Hell’s gates to my left and the Devil’s whisper to my right
I’m a wicked ******* who’s got no **** redemption in sight

I am a cold creature living in locales of ice
The sky is everlastingly dim-I see stars plummet and galaxies entice

Melancholy respites are my friend: I trek without a whisper or a sigh
Frigid winds flay my flesh from bone yet my ears listen to the music they belie

Living in darkness is all I know; my spirit regards shadows as a feast
All this carnage at my hand, all this consumption, and, even still, my hunger has not decreased

I stand upon an ivory peak and patiently scowl at the visitor as it reaches out to greet
My essence immediately withers and my cloaked body slumps down with defeat

I cry out in pain, in shock, and in eternal dismay
At this horribly strange sight, at this mass of my worst nightmares
A Sun free from any tinges of grey

On that lovely day, I tiptoed into a cobbled courtyard of death

The air was fresh and heavy with scents of hog-tied fear

My darling friends struggled to get free: Mary, Susan, and dear Annabel Lee

Among the tombstones I strode and, past the drear, wasted lives were what I saw so clear

Suddenly, putrid hands reached from beneath and began to sporadically spasm

They gripped my sweet friends by the neck, dragging them into an unearthly phantasm

On that lovely day, I tiptoed back from a cobbled courtyard of death

For my pretty little friends had just surrendered their last mortal breath

When the light reaches its end, gaze into the sky
It holds memories of the day
Reminders for what will happen in those far away
I feel alone in what I witness
Hardened by years of seeing purity pass
I am a rock
Basking in the death throes of sunsets

I have gory portraits hanging on my walls, collecting grime
I have polaroids to record my cleansing efforts, scenes of crime
Limbs drape my abode like a ghastly ******* of antlers
Trophies encompass my home: glass-eyed raptors and the skins of panthers
Nonetheless, I sit upon a throne of men for they are always the greatest prey
I stalk their numbers through all moon cycles of the night and solar shifts of the day
I happily silence a man’s hubris to collect his humerus
I engage in a scrap to seize a scapula- a theft, I hope, didn’t leave its owner too furious
Hide in packs, in swarms, and in flocks you pretty beasts, I must implore
Face a fate that all creatures must surrender to
Chills of fear racing in the bones and the great hunter tearing down your door

I once happened upon a rift in time

The thing pulsated so chronally sublime

Peering from the void were many faces of a clock

They spoke in tandem, shouting “Tick Tock!”

This spectacle dazed me and I tripped in confusion

Tendrils of the rift wrapped me in splendid delusion

I had realized the illusion of time far too late

So there I languished, caught in the clutches of fate

I kick down their front door, feeling the hinges snap from under the weight of my heel
The air is light and cool on my igneous skin
These petty mortals will behold my visage and kneel
Weeks of preparation have lead to this one moment-the Dragon preys upon sin

I shoot the father in his throat, severing carotids and jugulars- I am precision made flesh
Mrs. Leed’s screams are cut the short by the bullet swiftly lodged in her lumbar spine
My delight knows no bounds at the spectacle of her struggling-the agony is sweet, the blood is fresh
I push aside the father and enter his sons’ room-the Leeds house, and their lives, are mine

The children are dragged from beneath their beds and killed-I am without quarter, a merciless presence
I insert shards of broken mirror into the family’s pupils-they are nothing but observers, silent reflections of my design
My crimson wings shimmer-a glorious, fiery husk of incandescence
My becoming and their deaths have now intertwined-their lifeblood is pure blackness in the moon’s light
I roar into the night sky with a fearsome flame bursting past my fangs
Look upon I, The Great Red Dragon, and righteously tremble with fright!

Pleasure to finally meet you ladies and gentlemen
How about we make a couple million? 6, 7, maybe even 10!
You people make me laugh with your fancy cars and shallow smiles- a gluttony embellished with diamonds
Thank goodness I’m here to stop all this *******…Tonight your rule ends
1-percenters be ******; they constrain our wills and throw the innocents to roast
Go on, show me the chalice of greed, raise your cup
Speak a final taunt, an exiting boast
My gun drawn, shooting from the waist up

There was a great gust of wind accompanied by blackness
Snoozing breaths ****** in the tainted air of medicine and wasted prayers
The specter took its perch at the foot of my bed
Soulless eyes swallowed moonlight and reflected a pair of voids
Its form was illusory; sentient darkness stretched out across the room and into the pits of my fear
“Open your eyes,” the specter’s wispy mouth sighed
I did as I was told and recoiled in horror at the fright seated near my resting place
There was pure terror swimming in my blood but, even then, I dare not look away
I finally rambled, “What are yo-“

“I am truly Nameless…Breathless. I am the silent oracle to eons of demise. The cloud of fate that hangs above all"

My paralyzed physical form was privy to this ancient force-one uncorrupted by the vestiges of time
In one graceful motion, the being stood and glided to my bedside
Its hand rested on mine, hovering near the cusp of contact; a shadow suspended on dust
Phantomous lips reached near my ears and whispered

“You are but a hollow construct of flesh. Your presence is akin to an ant’s among the stars…”
“…From nothingness you were built and unto nothingness your vessel will become…”

With that, the thing that mortals call Death withdrew to my open window and peered out
There was a great gust of wind accompanied by blackness

Through a frozen forest, translucent terrors dash
Claws of cold fury dig into the brittle earth below
Their eyes are an absolute red, mirroring the blood spilled on snow
Conical canines hang like icicles adorning jaws that shred and slash
Harrowing howls instill upon the villagers a thin layer of chilled fear
The hounds of frost descend into the homes of men, women, and children
Cutting short monotonous lives the so-called “innocents” held so dear

Oh, how the alarm clock goes
I flex my arms and curl my toes
The night air creeps through an open window
I feel the chill of it funnel into my room and grow
I am the harvester of vitality
Reaping the seeds of death that I sow
They lie on their beds with unignited fright
They are a disease to my crops, an unwelcome blight
I strike them off this field of light
Seeing the gore drip, I just have to laugh
This is my yield
A 2 AM bloodbath

The Stag trots across a bleached horizon
Howling into the wind with echoes that curdle blood
Its form is liquid nightmare, drenching snow in ebony flood

Wispy vapor flares around antlers of pure, lucid black
Moonbeams shimmer off plumage fraught with drear
Violet feathers assure that bizarreness the Ravenstag does not lack
Dark fangs ravage human flesh, infecting tissue with fear

The Wendigo glides past fallen pine and split oak
Its viscous hooves leave tracks of unearthly essence
Through white deserts flecked with red and bodies left to soak

I want to fold origami from the ***** of your skin
I want to spread rivulets of your blood in a lucid spray
I’ll etch my mind onto the bleached bones of your shin
I’m going to snicker when you shriek, your face in flimsy pieces
My wicked humor is black-hearted: subversive and oh so facetious
Can you feel your tummy split in two?
Those entrails will make an excellent noose
Your growls of agony serve as my cue
How easily the intestines begin to come loose!
I will discard your humanity with methodical prejudice
Your repugnant form will be an artist’s crimson kiss
I will return you to an easel of decay
To my gallery of dirt, flies, and fleas
You will hang in the decadence of quietus
A pendulum of rot, swinging death’s aroma into the breeze

Say hello, say goodbye
I’ll make you bleed, I’ll make you cry
Gonna smile and laugh while you shriek and die
You’re afraid…Don’t you dare lie
See the evil reflecting my eyes? He lurks inside
You’re just petty prey, broken and petrified
I become the hungry shark, swimming beneath the waves
Tracking you from the depths, fear’s ******* guide
The monster of which every frightened child raves
I glide alongside my friends Bundy and Lecter
Serrated jaws pierce through the blue
All thanks to Death
The silk-grey specter

You’re a sickness
You’re a disease
A flesh-eating parasite
Gorging on peoples’ hearts
Laughing at me when I’m on my knees
I should have known better than to trust you
My back is getting kind’ve sore
From being stabbed so often
You make my stomach churn
With your disgusting lies
Quit feeling so victimized
You’re like a summer cold
Making people suffer
Even in the warm and happy sun
How can someone be so vile?
You have a morbid sense of humor
Chuckled when I gobbled up all your affection
I realized too late that it tasted pretty bitter
You’re a sadistic piece of work
The type to smile in a cemetery
And spit on graves

She had a gleaming knack for rejection
Her trails were wrought with misery and tearful eyes
They always tried for a touchdown to her interception
Babe just loved staring suitors into a despised demise
Break-ups over texts, phone calls, shakes and French fries
Nail polish streaked on cheeks from vicious backhands
They were markings of a fool leaning on wobbly one-night stands
Left happily bowing to Madame Heartbreak’s demands

It took me awhile to get my head back together
There was always enough time to give up hope
Depressed episodes of emptiness playing forever
My Mission. My Friends. They were there too
Funny thing is, I was even more afraid ‘cuz of that
A voice argued with me to “try”
Try because no one will forget the day everything changed
The moment they were able to fly
Another argued “why bother?” Reality didn’t exist anyway
That society would cover up our work
I really never was some kinda hero
“Then why do this? What did you hope to accomplish?”
I don’t know…
I guess I just wanted to save the world.

Ah, yes I forgot how easy it is to deconstruct people
Like watches and clocks, they all have their own intricate gears shifting and turning
Still, a precise instrument is able to take apart those intricacies and expose that inherent layer of vulnerability
I very much enjoy exposing these facades and their artificial substance
I choose to be that precise instrument
Gratification comes in droves when the opportunity to reveal the truth presents itself
I can see it all around me…These masks
Feebly attempting to cover up for shortcomings while detracting from those around them
I laugh! I rave! How could I not?
So much drama and bluster amounts to nothing more significant than the cream atop a warm apple pie
It amuses me! It defines me! These performances to a non-existent audiences
I could not survive without the chance to tear down these fakes
To rip off that mask and clear their vision
So they could finally cease their endless whines
So they could open their eyes and see
They’re just as ugly as you and me

In order to cope with conflict, I try to see everything as pointless

This allows a person to escape any repercussions they might encounter

I try to tell myself that life has no meaning beyond being born

And eventually dying

That love, hope, and destiny is all a farce

A pathetic ploy that we take to try and convince ourselves of a lie

That we matter

Because we can’t admit and comprehend how little we are

How insignificant we are to this entire planet

In this entire galaxy

In all of the universe!

But you know what?

***** that

Life has no inherent meaning…

But

It’s up to us to give it meaning

So what if we’re small?

No matter how tiny, change is change

And we all have the capability to make that difference

If existence is pointless

Then it’s **** well our responsibility to make a point

Gurgled belches of blood echo through the night
All thanks to a dagger
Hilt-deep in a freak's right cheek
Severed flesh makes a truly stunning sight
Streams of crimson cake the ice
Roars of chilled hatred reach the skies
My blade forever poised to slice

I have experienced a schism from mankind
Alone and adrift in the cosmos of my mind
My acension from life has made me anew
False happiness no longer leads me askew
Rage-filled memories are held with great retention
For this rupture has led to a dark dessension
With glorious hate, I take my last mortal breath
I am a soulless and vengeful shadow
Something akin to Death

All I see is a split
There is no common ground, no shared views, and no similar perspectives
I observe the blackest of nights when the sun shines for others
The coldest winters are melted by the heat of my anger
Gray morality doesn’t play well in my head
Let this scorched Earth be touched by the caress of rainfall
Because I believe in Black and White
A complete and assured absolution
No quarter; No mercy
No false talks of peace and hallow threats of war
No ugly truths or two-headed lies
A divide separating darkness from light
I believe in Black and White
The difference between falling and flight
I tire of compromises and endless debate
I need a clear-cut yes or no
No more ambiguity
I desire unequivocal justice or unconditional anarchy
I wish to rid the world of its confusion and simplify its sight
Call me the monochrome man
Because I believe in only Black and White

Come now, my friends, let us all be wrapped up
This cloak of lies smothers us so pleasantly
Our eyes are always closed and yet they see everything so clear
The moon shines bright on the thoughts ruminating in our minds
Sometimes our sight is free of the cloak long enough to get a glimpse
A small look at the façade we inhabit so eagerly
Trapped in a cage, with smiles on our faces, we watch the world carry on through the bars
And linger waiting to escape

Days long since past
Are just images and pieces in a collage of life and existence
Fitting together into one big picture…a complete puzzle
A product of an infinite amount of complexity and intuition
Choices made and set in stone
While others remain fluid and flexible
Doors creaking because they haven’t been opened in years
Others shutting close a dark and desolate path
Sitting in a little boat and sailing through the decades
Stuck in the middle of an ocean of millennia
I look into the waters below and see what I am
I see what I could have been
Countless options that multiply on and on
Until only one door remains open
My little boat can only handle so much
I must swim now to that ultimatum
Making my way towards the end
I splash in the Sea of Time

A glint of midnight’s light catches a dagger
In crimson, he etched tales of wicked horror
Undertones of his usual demented swagger
Admissions, not of guilt, but rather of passion
Crimes rendered reality in gory fashion
Frantic strokes punctuate sobs of rage
Guilt sealed with blood from the blade
So that those evening massacres would never fade

The waves move to and fro
Thunderous crashes boom in the dead of night
Inspiring legends and inciting fright

Tales echo of bravery and virtuous sacrifice
The water moves like me, swift and fierce
Slicing through the chilly air like the sharpest of shears

I can see the scarlet under the surface, hidden from view
I can see the secrets of death kept from me and you
Darkness lies in the deepest of blues
A surreptitious force leaving the smallest of clues

I fight the visions with all of my might
I can only glimpse it; oh, what a sight!
To be a guiding hand, a leading light

Alas, I must disappear now, my mind on my mission
The waves move to and fro
Here I come, here I go

They can call us whatever they want
Because it's our actions that define us
There's no good and evil
Just a simple gray
Living inside of you and me
Hanging overhead, spreading confusion and deceit
A deep cloud close, but yet, still far away
It's difficult to trust people
In a world filled with violence and hate
Fighting all your life makes you strong
But bitter all the same
Still, no matter the odds, do not give in
Because it's up to us to pick up the pieces
To heal this broken place
Maybe someday we'll be able to trust others, come what may
Until then, here I'll stay
Peering into the dark
Piercing through the grey

Shards of jagged words remain in my heart
A serrated reminder of my former love
For you consider crushing souls an art
Deceit punctuated by how often you cheat
Let’s touch cheek to cheek like we used to do
Arm swaddled in a parasitic embrace
I missed the way your blade felt in my lungs
A pleasured look on that pretty face
Don’t stop the evisceration just yet
Go ahead darling, watch the scarlet river gush
There’s no reason for me to fret
I’ve already been slaughtered once

I don’t feel any haste when I’m with your smile
But you seem to be in such a rush
Cuddles and kisses stringing me on awhile
As my bruised heart turns into purple mush
Footsteps echo through the corridors of my sorrow
Silly old me still optimistic for tomorrow
Hopes riding on good luck charms and fingers crossed
Looking for love, only to get lost
I simply cannot move on
For I’m stuck in the muck
The quicksand of your allure
There is no cure for the poisonous caress of those lips
And uncertainty is all I know for sure
You tell me that I’m wrong
You whisper that you care
But out of all our tender passion
You always get the greater share
And my dearest darling
That’s really just not fair

Be silent little one
For your end will be swift
Your naive eyes hold no sway
Over the frozen mass beating in my chest
And as I drain the happiness from your veins
I will put you to rest

My Salvation did not stem from an angelic force
It didn’t even shine from God’s Paradise
Rather
Mine came from the Earth below
From flaming magma and frightening heat
From the crimson hand
That reached out to greet

People label me a scathing sycophant
A skin-deep, sardonic serpent
They are quite correct
I blur into lives with bright eyes and dispassionate sighs
Like a social chameleon stalking souls
Opportunistically sinking my fangs into hearts
An intraspecies predator reveling in blood
Unreservedly zooming past life’s tolls
Sticking my head out to spit in the faces of the meek
I’m an aberration of moral principles
Very twisted and assisted by inherent callousness
A backstabbing, two-timing, double-faced freak

The Pretender

Cheerful smiles and hearty laughs belie a monster's presence
False stories and impressions of grandeur contribute to an energy
A crackling spark of incandescence
For this beast is not one of tooth or claw
But something far more deliberate and precise
Ready with sarcasm dripping from the maw

A creature of charisma skilled in manipulation
Jaws primed to spew caustic venom
With a malicious intent for social *******
Its bright eyes quickly scan the room
Sorting the sheep and deciding on which's weaknesses to feed
Trusting this monster assures certain doom

It's a slithering fiend flexing predatory instinct
Composed of façades that are cleverly distinct
Thriving in thoughts of darkness and demise
Hissing lies from midnight to sunrise
Whose only desires are simply to make you bleed
The Psychopath is a snake indeed

It was the iridescent shine that first revealed the truth
That beneath the unnatural glimmer was something ghastly
The next thing I saw was my forehead starting to peel off
I took the edge of artificial flesh and tugged in horror
Akin to a serpent shedding dead skin
There was a faint smacking sound
As my eyelids were hastily ripped off
Right before passing a smile made of clay
It was done
I opened up to take a look
Staring at the figure reflected
Into the face of a stranger

A single hot rod blasting off towards space
Let's ride into the brisk night air
Breeze smacking our faces
Like **** against the fan
Darkness masking the chills
Laughter shared over cheap thrills
Middle fingers flashed generously
Hoping the wind will carry us past imagination land
As it drops a pair of trouble makers off far away
In a twisted reality of our own creation
Transforming us into ghosts of our former selves
Two wraiths celebrating the afterlife
Free from overbearing rules
Laws laden with strife
Forget the stress
Make yourself a ******* brick wall of confidence
And let them just try to tear you down
Hand in hand, we'll walk away from society
And don't you worry about the silence of solitude
Your adorable giggle will do all the talking

It initiates its attack with a fiery assault to the chest
Showering the heart with acidic downpour
The disease spreads slowly into the victim’s bloodstream
Making it boil with envious hatred
The eyes become a permanent squint of mistrust and hostility
Skin begins to change with a bright, green spectacle
Canines are bared in horrible snarls
The person’s speech becomes bitter and low
Consisting mostly of cusses and speeches of negativity
Infectious jealousy runs rampant
And in no small part to that horrid sickness
The Emerald Virus

I love you
I hate you
You inspire me
I persuade you
You honor me
I disgrace you
You calm me
You stop me
You make me
I break you

I am of the night
A faded memory that permeates the air
A nocturnal creature at home in the dark
From the shadows, I can see the light continue to flow through your veins
The ghost of your smile still haunts me deep inside
Doubt takes the form of a worm burrowed into my brains
A permanent mark leaving the most painful of stains
I feel lost in a maze of my own creation, not completely sure if I even wish to escape
I am of the Moon up so high
I look down upon you with bitter remorse
I know how this game works
No matter what I do, no matter where I go, there’s always the guilt that follows
Like a wraith I hide from everyone I knew, vanishing as quick as my form had appeared
They are nothing but strangers to me now
But you…You are too familiar a face
Sometimes, I cannot even bear the most fleeting glimpse
I suppose it’s better to forget
So goodbye, farewell, have a nice day
I am of the night
A specter drifting away

Her luscious lips sing without moving
Those eyes have got me tongue-tied
I’m stuck entranced by headlights, becoming the roadkill of desire
Weak knees stepping close to an angel with a dark streak
Glossy hair hanging behind the curves of each cheek
Dainty hands clasped around some other guy
Constricting my heart with the most melancholy grief
For my look catches hers many times past coincidence
And the smile when she talks stretches further than “just friends”
I have seen the seasons of love consistently missed
My chance of a fairy-tale ending
Is just begging for a tryst
I’m no mouthpiece for cheating and dishonesty
I’ve had my fill of tragedy
But would it be so sordid
If I grabbed her by the hips
Stared at those puckering lips
And gave her a tender little kiss?

People love to live by rules and labels
No matter how hard they deny the fact
It is human nature to desire some semblance of order
It is human nature to require a code of morals
But what if I decide to reject these attempts of control?
What if I am not the type to be constrained by the whims of politicians
Some may then consider me an anarchist
Or simply just crazy
But my disgust at the rules that society places upon does not make me evil
In fact, I am a staunch believer in good
My issues lie in the fact that the corrupt are allowed to judge who is of upstanding character
When in fact, those hypocrites are the true faces of villainy
My ethics are not black and white
Just a nice shade of grey

A cozy blanket of numbness is what I seek
Far away from people and their faux complexities
Their insistence on infecting you with vile opinions
I need to distance myself away from the poison that is humanity
To have the ability of seeing their petty emotions
Through a pair of binoculars
I tire from episodes consisting of synaptic overloads
Decompress, readdress, and be free of stress
I desire the chance to finally say that
I just don't give a ****!

I want you to stick around
To play hide and seek in expansive memories
To peek out from behind a wall of forgotten faces
So I can see your eyes glisten in the night
I would love to feel your hand in mine
A pearl and its healing touch
*Snap out of it! *
That wall seems to be getting taller
Holding on to you hurts
Like clutching clumps of coal
Plucked from the petals of a beautiful, flaming flower
Those eyes aren’t catching the moonlight like they used to
20 seconds feel like an hour
And realization falls like a shower
That no matter how hard I try
My voice always stops counting
My eyes always open
And I still can’t seem to find you