The Mistress
Written by Adam M. Snow

She wears her wedding dress,
to her own funeral.
Her groom watches from afar,
holding hands with his mistress.

The Girl Who was left Asunder
Written by Adam M. Snow

The girl who was run over and left asunder,
plays the sweetest tune.
Full of errors, she solemnly blunders -
carrying that note, she gracefully attune.

Pain
Written by Adam M. Snow

I know what pain is,
the feeling of being alone.
Screaming,
knowing you cant be heard.
The desire to break free
is irrelevant.
You are lost.
A ghost,
trapped.

Ink-stained Lips
Written by Adam M. Snow

With ink-stained lips,
my words spill upon my page.
It is my blood which I shed,
my pain which I share.
My life of a dying age.

The Price of Love
Written by Adam M. Snow

My sanity of love; is not my insanity?
I plea it so.
Then so be it, I say.
That I banish my dream, for a moment to see.
To love,
that I may wake in another life with thee;
holding hands with thee.
Is not this thing called love I seek?
Is not this a dream?
Do I dare glimpse eternity with thee?
Without thee shall be an eternity in itself.
To bid thee a farewell would only be a sweet tragedy.
But it's sad to say that this sweet tragedy is true,
that this love must end so tragically.
But this love must be love within my heart;
an eternity of broken sorrow, as I remain alone.
Alone to ponder thus love now yonder,
as I fall short of thee.
And by thee such tragedy,
I curse thyself sweet insanity;
a glimpse of eternity.
A price to pay for a tragic love.
A price to pay for a sanity of love.
But be as it may, a journey cut short
when I see thee again come the break
of morn.
The price to pay for love is love
and nothing more.
The price of love is you and I,
together forever and nothing more.
I plea it so.
Then so be it, I say.
I shall love thee with a love,
more than love and nothing more.

My Reflection
Written by Adam M. Snow

See the mirror hanging there,
with obligation stare.
A glimpse an image, do I dare,
peek my reflection standing there.
The mocking image laugh and stare,
with lights surround to give a glare;
I see myself standing there,
looming deep within despair.
Do I dare? Do I dare,
glimpse the glass,
o mirror standing there?
Oculus of glass I stare,
waging war myself, standing there.

Man Today
Written by Adam M. Snow

I see man blinded;
a phobia of truth,
-now growing hate
towards brethren of man.