one would have to be kind to suffice.
but those who are scarred by mockery
cannot pay that price.

strange,
wouldn't a wounded man protect his family
from the forces that once struck his soul?
that left scars for
the lonesome man he has become?

curious,
both the foolish and the wise
trace the lines of their scars with knives
to cut them on others, themselves,
into fresh, unbroken skin.

the blood pouring on the metal
a mere symbol of what lies within.

Taking strolls along the river,
Wandering paths of our paradise.
Tiny twigs scattered ashore,
Gray skies yielding to sunrise.

We laugh at silly matters,
Finding ways through tangled vines.
Never lost when we’re together,
For you know my crazy mind aligns.

I’m in love with you forever,
Tell me why?
My mind made you a hive,
Instead of bidding goodbye?

Tell me why you’ve chosen never,
While paradise breathes our names,
In every sigh.

Some still consider
a lack of attraction as
the burden of love

Her hands caressing
The blades of my shoulders as
We embrace our past

The wild mind’s brave paths
Overgrown with lianas
Rough terrain for sloths

Heavy tears break free
Breaking the mirror of the sea
The full moonlight on her face
Makes her shine in the darkened space

She kneels down upon a stone
Alone, while i whisper in a tone
But how can she hear these words
Without a breeze to stir the birds?

A storm without gusts of wind
Thunder without lightning, pinned
Creates unrest from the outside
But it's inside, where the storms collide

Like a sower of the dead
He brings cold and scatters dread
Sowing it over her fiery heart
Quenching it and tearing her apart

For a heart without fire
Will never thaw the frozen mire