Love until the catacombs whisper your name.
Your skin turns to ash and memories fade.
Love through the pain of the fire and flame,
as you are stabbed again by its dull blade.
For only then will you see the world's worth.
Then and only then will beauty give birth.

Battered, bruised, abused, and betrayed, you wait.
You ponder, and your patience may wear thin,
but the sun shall rise, and hand you your fate.
Soon my friend, you shall purge your deepest sin.
So, sit by the candlelight, rest your eyes.
I promise you son, true love never dies.

quiet storm,
i answer each dream
like wind

The hunger darkness has for the scent of the blues
Is what chases away any chance for light to shine upon your waters.
The depths are boundless,
It's easy to get lost in not knowing where it ends.

Once I have the perfect words in my pocket,
I could write love notes on paper airplanes
And preserve our youth -
The novelty of what makes it so  special -
Filling Mason jars with all the ways you make it easier to get through the day.

The journey to insanity seems long,
But worry not, as each attraction is short-lived--
Allowing for only a minute to stop
At each broken heart,
Late nights and early mornings,
Memories of dark
Under-eye circles and unbrushed hair,
And each iteration
Of the inability to recall the last time you ate a good meal.