They've sent me to the devil,
I've come to know his ways,
I've come to know the evil,
It's haunted my nights and days,

Though, is it truly his fault?
For what I have come to do,
This could all be for naught,
The things I've done to you,

I've pinned it on Abbadon,
Avoiding the guilt I feel,
The reason that you're gone,
A product of my free will,

There's no one but me to blame,
You're my candle, I've snuffed the flame.

Cold against my skin,
Smooth to the touch,
I seek what's within,
I wonder what I'll catch,

The orbs beneath my brows,
Staring right back at me,
The whys, whens, and hows,
what was it I failed to see?

This is who I truly am,
This thing that's reflected,
This thing I've become, ****,
That of which I'm fixated,

Could my existence be an error?
Answer me, show me, please mirror.

Rising in the east
The tree-tops painted silver
Pale orb in the sky
But an accent of the sun
Mother to the stars above

Life is like an unpredictable ocean,
We travel through it on many ships,
The waves can flow with violent motion,
Sometimes the water calmly sleeps,

When winds are strong and waves are high,
We seek something to hold onto,
At times we find it too much and we cry,
Sometimes we feel that's all we can do,

Though there are days when the sun rises,
The sky clears and the waves calm,
Those days are the days I feel your kisses,
I know that you will keep me from harm,

On stormy days, when I fear the ocean deep,
I think back to when I climb aboard our relationship.

Fold me like you always have,
Run your nails to set the creases,
Shape me to the form you crave,
Bend me into the art of your wishes,

My form forever yours to toy with,
I conform to your will and desire,
Expose my surfaces, above or beneath,
I will always be there for you to admire,

I can be flexible or I can be stiff,
That depends on what you want,
I am here to help fill your rift,
The one who says you can when you can’t,

Craft that which you seek of me,
I am but your art, your origami.