When the days are short
and the nights are long
that's when I hear
your siren's song
sweetly calling me
to the shore
with the promise
to love and adore
(so) clearly I hear
the closer I go
ignoring (the) warnings
of the rocks below
I see your silhouette
I taste your song
no matter the cost
with you I belong
I cast aside caution
only one thing on my mind
with my imminent wreckage
you will be mine

Running through a maze of ******,
unable to find my way.
Danger lurking around every corner,
canvassed by a sky of gray.

A flash of lightning ignites the air
then all fades back to black.
My fingers graze the dampened walls;
Blinded, I can't turn back.

A dead-end finds me, black as night;
I'm drenched in soot and sin.
No way forward—left or right
crazed by the voices within.

The rain thickens, oozing down.
Empty lungs search for air;
Smothered, covered, I'm suffocating
in this labyrinth of dreary despair.

Another flash: a yellow veil;
Raining blistering blue.
Out of the darkness, your face revealed.
Grasped tightly, I can't move.
I drown slowly, staring at you.

All alone I stew and sit
Digging through a pile of ****

Ever-growing, more foul than before
A sight and stench I've grown to abhor

From here and there, from cracks all around
Steaming and screaming an excruciating sound

I do the things I need to survive
If I'm to make it out alive

With hands, fingers I toss and scoop
And no, this poem is not about ****

I am a fading rainbow after a spring shower.
I am crushed ice melting in the summer sun.
I am a wilted leaf in the final breath of autumn.
I am a lonely snowflake in the vast winter's expanse.

I am diminished in your eyes, and vacant in your heart.
I am nothing to you; I am nothing to me.

Tight as a drum
Arms wrapped tight
Voice goes dumb
Surrender to the night
Senses so numb
No hope in sight
Allow pain to come
I refuse to fight

It's the way I avoid your sensual touch
and the things you do to make me blush.

It's the way regret eats my dwindling pride
when I keep secrets from you, my bride.

It's how I long to finally share
the way the blade's edge feels against my skin, bare.

—but when I share—

It's the hollowness of disappointment in your eyes
when I reveal the truth behind my lies.

It's the way your pupils fade to black
past the point where color comes back.

It's the horror you show when you first see
the masochistic monster I can be.