First it got cold and dark.
Then, time and space separate.
No longer one,
For just an instant.
And at that moment,
Something, like a dense fog
Is lifted.
With eyes wide I stare
And see beyond the veil.
Expect bliss?
Expect Nirvana?
No, what I see
Forever scars me.
If only I had never looked

You won't see photos
Of the exotic places
That I've been.
No pictures of expensive meals.
That's just not who I am.

My pen does all the talking
Through the ink that's on the paper.
So I write down all my thoughts
Before they dissipate like vapor.

Her temple,
It's mirror glass,
She worships a reflection.

Her body is my paradise,
No chance of her rejection.

We love ourselves more than the world.
That's why we're so connected.

We are fear and lust and hate and bliss.
Together, sin perfected

Some days the flame burns
Hot and bright.
Thoughts run fast.
Mouth runs faster.
On these days
Many have learned,
Do not to approach,
Or surely be burned.

But,

Most days the flame does not burn at all.
Not even a spark.
Everything serms cold.
The world is exceedingly dark.
Mind runs slow.
Mouth stays closed.

I will always wonder what it's like ,
to be somewhere in between.

Small handprints on the bathroom mirror
Your reflection blurred, but never clearer
The tiles broke
The smell of smoke
And while the still warm ashes fall like ***** snow
You think,
"Why couldn't I just let it go"

You wanted to see it all burn
You wanted your anger to be the flame
You let the hatred be the fuel
So cruel, so cruel
But even the arsonist gets burned
When playing this dark game

Red footprints through broken glass
Singed photos strewn across the floor
Pass under blackened entryways
And through her bedroom door
Where the nightgown she was wearing
Is still melted to the floor


Down on bruised knees
Curse God
Ask why
No one was supposed to die
You watched the car back out the driveway
You knew no one was home
Since when did she leave your guys young daughter,
Home alone