A cold and shackled figure,
Hardly a husk of what once would be,
In the mirror it reflects a creature,
No human would ever care to see.

So distant from all other life,
The isolation has become a defense,
From the twisted world of the living,
So filled with overwhelming strife.

Standing solemn, eyes cast to the dirt,
Shackles secured firmly to the rock,
The birds surround his prison to mock,
The exiled being, and his surrender to suffering.

Alas, with frantic flapping they depart,
A gentle hand presses to the imprisoned heart,
The chains turn to sand and drop him free,
Eyes gazing up to his savior to be.

With stars for eyes, and the cosmos for hair,
How did his troubles turn her to care,
As she came down from her heavenly realm,
To bless such a meager, humble life?

He rose to his feet and without thought, mirrored her,
His hand, to her heart,
"This heart is yours, and yours to keep,
Hold it ever close and find love, limitless and deep."

Floating in the darkness of an endless dread,
Convinced it can only lead to lying dead,
Lost in the pits of what it means to be living,
A despair that just keeps on giving.

But, amidst this, keep driving forward,
Something drawing me away from the end,
A shoulder more then willing to lend,
A light in the distance to strive toward.

dreary days to be,
mortified of being me,
trying just to see

when we met, i was at my most vulnerable, desperate for affection, and a burning desire to be loved.
i'll admit, i'm not like most men, i wear my feelings on my sleeve, and i'm not afraid to let them show.
you took my hands, and pulled me in close, and for once, the roaring chaos of my soul soothed into a gentle, imperfect song.
i let the barriers and chains of my heart loose, and showed you the man i am, flaws and all.
the joy of being able to be myself was a potent one, and i clung to you as you clung to me.
but then you left. as quickly as you came, you were gone once again, as much as you fit me, i simply did not fit you.

For such social creatures,
We spend hours selfishly isolated,
Willfully separated,
From the thousands around us,
All the unique thoughts, dreams, hopes,
Going unsaid out of fear,
Of dismissal, or of discomfort.

As I lay here, gazing at my  meandering colleagues,
I myself am guilty of the same thing,
Headphones deafening life around me,
Just like so many others, going from one task, to the next,
Willfully distant from existence around me.

To drift, to be so very at peace,
Not a worry to be seen,
Like the vast expanse of sheer nothing
What a comforting notion
Being so free of everything that binds one to a place,
Adrift amongst that very nothingness,
It's vast emptiness a catalyst for your genius.

The pale skin of a nosferatu
Dazzling sapphire eyes,
That glisten, but lie dry
Wholly unfettered by the delusions shattering about,
That scream what they've seen,
For the world to hear.