Quarantine aisles briskly I tread
Oh, the unending agony of those we call "dead"
And yet persists the practice of our people
To give them roses, hugs for the feeble

Morning comes and sunlight creeps
Among tombstones and relatives' weeps
Lighting every corner with it's ray
Filling their hearts with dismay

It signals life, that morning sun
for it shall never be seen by you whose life is done
Bittersweet some might say
But to me it's all just gray

Gray as your hair when you left
You looked so young,you handled aging with deft
We thought nothing was wrong, you hid it with your smile
To make your stay here all worth while

i'm tired of wishing upon stars
looking down, gazing at me
all it ever gave me were bruises and scars
And yet i'm still too blind to see
what stars are supposed to be
a ball of gas floating like quasars
Like me locked up indoors
Yet people see me as something
But all I am is a whole bunch of nothing

I hate it.
Everything about her is too beautiful.
From the splits at the end of her hair
To the sparks that ignite when they stare.
I can't help it.
Ever time we meet I die inside.
All you can think of is him;
He who is a part of our team.
And yet I try.
I try to accept what is happening.
That you love him and not I.
I promise you my eyes will stay dry.
Now I ask why.
Why not I, who always tried?
Am I not worthy of your love
When I've given you all that I have.
But I want to see you happy.
I'll just hide all my feelings for you
Just promise me you'll be okay
And I'll be on my merry way

understand that life is death
and death is what life is for
but never should you cut once breath
for wanting to live his life more

never give a man a reason to die
never give a woman your sheepish lies
never hurt a life that wants to live
and if someone asks always give

trying to write is harder now
i seemed to not remember how
to make words dance and lines sing
To give rhymes that certain ring
to break hearts and heal scars
to go back to the time we call ours

There are things I thought I knew
About love and its wonders
That was true until I met you
A person who made me ponder

We could talk for hours and hours
about the books we've read
and argue about "The Two Towers"
whether or not Sauron is dead

You became a part of me
A pair that is a perfect fit
Without you I don't function properly
If this is not love I don't know what to call it

Blood Red
From the outside going in
Ink pumping through plumbing lines
Pushing through in a rushing manner
Small leaks dripping through cracks
Filling gaps of light with shadows
Entering the depths of you
Pitch Black