I have no pity.
I have no forgiveness.
They say it is divine
For I am a devil

She accuses me of inhumaneness
And yet her - other - would sacrifice
Him a thousand times over,
Would watch him melt into nothingness
Ages upon ages

Without a rage
Without a burn of ice as
The degree nearer to her than her pet writhed
And died - is deceased -

And then I would have come
But until then
I will not touch
I will not harm

As long as I am sure her regard remains.

The clung and cried
Together in rage and fearful love
They murdered in passion
They died for their love

Ripping each other
They writhe and they torment
The insane are pushed beyond

Into the existence beyond theirs

He is left in the abyss

As he lives with his soul in the grave

Lingering and tormenting
In death as in life.

They always show
Inflammatory heroes
And legendary woes
Healed with a blazing personality
Standing up in the face of adversity.

But there is a quiet kind of strength also -
A strength that makes you turn the other cheek
And suffer in silence.

Some may call it a wall
In the way
But I say

It’s a tower
I’m standing on top of.

As I bear it all
Without burning.

Because once it’s all said and done,
Who do those people stand on?
Who is left after the dust settles?

Those with tongue still in cheek,
With tongue still in check.

Well he was stopped in his tracks, and froze her with a look.
And they twirled
And then they fell
Each shot down and bleeding
With their hearts wide open.

Time is munching
Tick tock
Oh and flying

Tick tock
It's always hungry
Guess I can relate
I want to hide in a tree
Tick tock
But now it's too late

I'm too old
My soul has caught a cold
Now I shut up and do as I am told.
Tick tock.

I just don't get it.

Some people just don't get it.
They make me angry because I'm irrational
That's okay with me though

Because at least I get it.

(In my sister's words)

Truer words never have been spoken
Since they need to be broken
And I want them banned
From this sand

Away from my kingdom.
Because this is a place

Where people just have to get it.

I don't mind the cliché
I enjoy the blasé