I expected to be
But now I'm not
I'm not the same since I felt something
When no human light shed on me
But,
The creatures that be gave my raw hand to the wind
Now everyone feels me
But yet,
I do not
For light is far away and I feel stumped
Let them who boasted reap the immortal harvest of the light
I left my body behind and picked that dark fight,
To reach the light
A lot of vague ghosts abandoned it,
Having seen it as it was truly the light
But, no matter, I still roamed and swung my sword,
That little beacon of light
Undeserving ghosts left and I alone felt the knife to my bone in the dark
And I alone saw, and felt that glitter of light that everyone hastily left behind
The bare light, the naked truth that carved me open in that dark night.

these scars i've gained
in battles fought

they eat me from
the outside-in

but there are those
from lovers all

that eat me from
the inside-out

but if these scars
are all i'll have

and remember
from our love

then so be it

come now, fresh soul of pure intent
reach and grasp this human torch
of day and night and all mortal woes
abort your paradise of no constraint

choice is no privilege of yours
until the moment in which you breach
but go back you can't

'tis a forwardly motion you must endure
unless you choose wrong or quit your fate
yes, purest intentions can lead to hate
but also to love

come now, young life
heed this call for blind existence!

What I Want From Life
Nothing More Than A Smile

For A Week
But Life Shows Me That I'm Weak
To Have A Smile For A Week ...

I am sick.
But not in the way that you think.
I do not have measles or mumps,
nor cough or flu.
I do not have stomach pains nor food poisoning,
don't have a headache making me feel blue.

I am plagued with humanity.

I want to hear your stories,
Your memories,
Your dreams.

I want to feel your fingers,
Your toes,
Your touch.

I need to see your face every day.
I need my oxygen.
You see,
Without you, I run low.
I feel lethargic, who can survive without air?

You are my air supply.
I cannot possibly,
ever,
Live without you.

Instantly, lightning is shining
and I am wet,
I guess it is raining
I plant my hands into the dirt
an unspeakable tone starts to fly,
I guess I am wailing

there is no sun, the moon obscured
the clock has stroke, the darkness flows
I feel little knives landing on my face
the wind is howling,
I guess it's the rain

I have no prayer,
this night of terror
monsters seem silent, but they are raging
they can feel it too, it feels like ending

I do this alone,
no one is helping
I try my last, to open this house
this dirt feels heavy, my arms are breaking

to reach the inmate, of this wretched grave
I reached into the dark, no one called me brave
I broke my hand, finding my fallen, and,
good deeds never helped, nothing seemed grand

Back and forth, up and down
  I've been spinning round and round.
Where I'll be's not up to me
  But can it please be pretty?

I'll give up, you take control
  Don't make me own this sordid soul.
This way's straight, but is it north?
  Has this lone path been my course?

Is my love, really enough?
  Where do I turn when it gets tough?
If I'm lost and can't remember,
  Is the next step always surrender?

Does the show have to go on
Even after I am gone?