The sun will come up tomorrow,
the flowers will grow in the spring,
May love abound in your life and
peace to your soul may it bring.

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”

In the hands of a poet,
Love is a variety of beautiful and dark things.

In the hands of a poet,
Your name may be wind chimes or the scream of a banshee.

In the hands of a poet,
Your actions are either of sin or valour.

In the hands of any other poet,
You are just someone to be played.

As that’s what we do with our toys and words.

But,

If that poet was me,
Love is nothing but light and forever long bliss.

If that poet was me,
Your name is in sync with my steady heartbeat.

If that poet was me,
Your actions are of soft and graceful as the summer breeze.

If that poet was me,
You are love, and neither words nor I can simply play with you.

(A.I.)

I'm hiding but I'm
hoping
that you'll find me.

i wonder if you see my hand tremble
as i smoke my cigarette and
try to match your gaze

you are saying something different
with your eyes than with
your mouth

i tell you you look like a tiger in a zoo
where they don’t feed you enough
because it is the truth

I'm not dead yet
And I will not be
Until I **** the last part of you,
You disappoint me,
And I'm already my enemy.

Can you face me?
Have you ever been able?
So catatonic and craving;
So undecided on your nightmare.

Into this world of mine you entered
Now you try to play dead
You cannot play hide and seek
I've let you live but you leap...
Into my abundance of curses.

Something is getting in your way,
I will continue to haunt you,
Haunted your soul has become
And with no remorse you're sentenced.

No love will you know,
And just because I say so.

You once saw me in your Hell,
I hope you will be well,
Because I am the Shadow of your remains
For the bells of Hell ring for me to deliver you.

Your faith is nothing to me
For I am the one who will see;
On the same pillow of despair
You will sense my perfume and you'll feel unfair.

Through blood and nightmares
Will you crawl to me
And I'll make you my seal
For all Hell's enemies to see.

You poor animal with no soul,
You poor human with no more...
Guess and you'll be hanged
Be your own injustice world.

On your stone grave will be written
"Our beloved lost soul"
So that the one who delivered you
Can be more than your devil.

You created me,
Now bear with me,
Bear your unbearable life,
Bear your greatest crime

And that is me.

Just be honest, my love
I know why it is like this
The dull shine in your eye
The ash I taste in your kiss

I know who you are, love
Why we must be this way
Why the river flows so cold
Why the clouds cover the day

I found it in your heart, dear
The darkness that I now see
My heart is rotten, love
You are right, to run from me