My past is a fading melody,
A long forgotten song.
The rhythm is nebulous
And the words no longer exist.
Decrepit and chaotic,
My past is symphonic.

I'm still here for you.
Though I seem so far away,
Think of you every day.

You are the flower,
I am the soil.
From seed to blossom
I raise you.

You are the masterpiece,
I am the artist.
From paint and canvas
I create you.

You are the poem,
I am the poet.
From thought to words
I write you.

You are the thought,
I am the thinker.
From moment to moment
I ponder you.

You are my world,
And I am yours.
From birth to death
I will love you.

I sacrificed everything for you
And what do I get?
You're pulling away from me,
Putting me out like a cigarette.
Sure, it started out okay,
Just like anything does.
You were happy, affectionate,
I felt it, like a buzz.
But now the buzz is fading fast,
And I fight for your love.
Like a boxer, broken and defeated,
I'm putting down my gloves.

I have so much to say,
But my words are running away.
Chased by the fog cast over my brain,
Love just loves to play this game.
My contentment will be my downfall,
But what is love with out contentment, after all?

Outcast and rejected,
Your heart carved in stone.
Your words an infection,
Spilling poison on the bone.
Your lips play a melody of malice,
Your smile is like a grave.
The smell of death on your breath,
Like a stinking wave.

You
Sick
Sick
Sick,

You
Sick
Sick
Sick,

You
Sick
Man.

F­ingers like razors,
Extended from bloodied hands.
Your laughter stinks of cruel intent,
Spattering on the sand.
Your body is a temple,
Singing songs of premeditated ******.
Your tongue is weapon
Of deceit disguised as valor.

You
Sick
Sick
Sick.

You
Sick
Man.

Standing at the gates,
His eyes on his hands.
Virgil is waiting,
For Dante to take a stand.
The keeper with a key,
The the lock of this Hell.
Dante must break on through,
To catch his maiden that fell.