Tears unheard, echo in your fragile heart
Born from his venomous words
Sinking ever deeper into the depths of your soul
Yet, despite clear signs, your road leads you back to him.

Your body has become an unnerving art piece
A once blank canvas slowly being painted black and blue
He's the artist, who's hands have turned you into a painting
Yet against all logic, those same hands are where you always run back to.

You feel your value and worth slowly corrode
As his words pour on your very being like acid
Stripping you of dignity and humanity
It's a wonder that there's anything left of you at all

Your face feels numb, as it's pressed against the floor, the wall, the window and the door
It's the only sensation your cheeks have become accustomed to
The scars heal, but just in time to make way for new ones
Yet in spite of the warnings, you still choose to move backwards to him.

The Invisible Wounds are destroying your soul
Almost as fast as The Visible Wounds are destroying your body
He is relentless in his efforts to demean and crush you
But in the end, you're just as relentless in giving him the opportunity to.

The past appears before my eyes, clear as the light of day,
Serving as a guide to map out the ever changing present.
Yet the future is as a phantom to me, unknown and unseen.
A frightening notion I have no choice but to accept and entertain

The uncertainty of my destiny weighs heavily on my mind,
A burden that no distraction can ever make me forget.
My unknown future terrifies me to the point of paralysis,
Making me question if anything I do is of any consequence

Constantly pondering the idea of an unknown fate,
My mind tries to make sense of what my actions may affect.
Is that destiny ever shifting, or has it already been set in stone?
Am I in control of it, or just sleepwalking towards its destination?

Anxiously observing the unformed, shapeless horizon,
Fear is setting in, on what will be built on that empty plain.
A shining, prosperous future, or a desolate wasteland of broken dreams?
But the greater fear is of the journey towards it.

Am I the architect paving the way?
Or, am I the passenger helplessly speeding towards that Shadow Fate?

I can't compete, with the unattainable standards you've set.
I've not yet reached the level of perfection that you so adamantly demand of me.
Try as I may, you never deem anything I do as satisfactory.
I don't know what else to do, to finally make you Love Me.

I'm tired of being compared to others,
I can't be them despite my best efforts.
I've turned myself into a hybrid amalgamation of the various personalities you find so pleasing.
So much so, that I've lost myself in the illusion.
But even with all these different faces I put on, it's heartbreaking that you still don't Love Me.

As flawed and broken as I am, I've done so much to fix myself.
I did it all for you, yet you're eyes and affection are still directed elsewhere, it's not fair.
The crashing sound of my pain is falling on your deaf ears, and I can't take it anymore.
I don't want to be ignored by you any longer, I'm demanding that you Love Me!

I'm on the floor in agony, but I've accepted that this sight means nothing to you.
As painful as it is for me to admit, I'm always going to chase after your unconditional love.
But I don't know how much more of your cold, empty stare I can take.
So I'm pleading, begging and asking just one last time, Man In The Mirror, why?
Please tell me, why won't you Love Me?

How seductive her call is from the shore,
The way she sings when her waves crash against the reefs,
Or the way her touch at the bottom of my feet calls me to her
This cruel ocean that desires nothing more than to fill my body with her being

The cold deep embraces with a suffocating chill.
A jealous hug that drives the air from my lungs.
Pulling me ever deeper into its heart of darkness.
The light fades from my gaze as she begins to fill my air starved body.

Drained of will, I sink deeper into her clutches
She mercilessly tightens her hold on me
Oblivious to my tears, she refuses to let go
Swallowing up my life, my dreams and my soul as though they meant nothing

There are no more gasps for air
No flailing and suffering, nor resistance to her affection
She and I are one as her very being inhabits my husk of a body
Now that she's taken all from me; she lets go as I float to her surface

This fickle, seductive mistress relents her embrace
But too late, her body will forever become my final resting place.