My hand, the pen
Cannot conceive
Words that cause
The make believe
To spring to life
And take away
The dark which fights
Like hell to stay
And so my heart
Swells with sores
Poison seeps
Into my pores
I lie down
In my made bed
Distorted dreams
Inside my head

I dare not dance.
I dare not laugh.

And whenever I am lost
I know I have a home
there in the shadows.

The absence
of all that is good
embraces me.

The hollow
left by the abandonment of peace
is a companion
ready to welcome my presence.

There - in the corners
of long-forgotten cobwebs
is the place I return to
time
and
time
again
to be enveloped
when hope
rejects my glittering gaze.

I have a place always
among the ruins
of short-circuited desires.

I make my bed
with the monsters children run from.

I belong in the nothing.

To be the sun and kiss your skin
To be the rain and dance round you
To be the moon and watch you dream

I long to be most anything

To be the breeze you pray will come
To be the cloud you gaze in awe

In lieu of the star in the sky
Far too dim to catch your eye

There's an earthquake
in my
chest

And a volcano
in my
gut

Lava runs
right through my
veins

Winds are howling
in my
brain

I glance around
but I can't
see

I try to scream
but I can't
speak

Don't you notice
how I
bleed?

How can you
so calmly
sleep?

thoughts of you have consumed
every little drop of my sanity
every ounce of my dignity
and i do not object

you lit up my soul
and that light shines
through my eyes
with admiration for you

and my adoration for you
seems like outer space
there was never a before
and there will be no after

we’re satellites,
you and i
floating endlessly
and time does not exist

there’s something celestial
about your eyes
that has me convinced
you were born from the stars

I am a slave to
the immortal beauty you possess
and the way you illuminate
my existence.

let me be the Moon
to dance around you, my Earth

but instead you dance with me
and we are something otherworldly

A girl with silver skin
silver eyes and silver hair
reflected everyone around
but in the mirror - saw nothing there

Counting crows at twilight
the maiden could not see
the knave who sat beside her
in all his gallantry
So he cut off her pigtails
he took them to his home
but dropped his hat along the way
and she found him all alone
He counted sheep at midnight
lying in his bed
and could not see her standing there
as she cut off his head

I taste the salt in my mouth
It tastes like not good enough.
I guzzle down water, cold in my chest.

I'm breathing air that's not meant for me
And they're angry about it.
Their pitchforks look like just die already.

Swimming in the ocean of my madness
Nothing there to buoy me
And the seagulls sound like what's the point

If there is a light, I can't see it.
The darkness envelops me.
This is where you belong.

They pushed me aside
Better to pretend I don't exist
And the alone smells like give it up

But in the stillness there's a voice
If I'm quiet I can hear it
It feels like keep fighting

So I do.

It would be a lie
To say I don't miss your touch;
I crave you daily

Swear my name
let it bleed from your lips
let your eyes take a sip
as you return your hips
to mine