How wonderful
To sit under these stars
Free of worry at least for a night
Maybe a sip of wine
Maybe a few more

And maybe a warm blanket
And your favorite music
Ringing softly in your ears
From that old radio
You thought you'd never use again

Maybe a silent awe
For all things beautiful
And maybe
The warm notion of peace
And tranquility
Massaging your weary shoulders

And maybe
A gentle kiss
Of dreamless sleep

Your mouth
Like a spigot, turning
To drain me of discomfort

I scream
Brought to ecstasy
By your passionate love

Oh to lay
Nestled to sleep
By the calm of your touch

I dream
Of nothing more
Than embracing for eternity

Here he hoped
Only to illustrate
The bone chilling
Silence
With his detached, deflated
Account of life

Fingers and nails
Bloodied from
His public outcry
So fierce
But reform never
Followed

The clamor that rang
In his hears
Was in response
To the chemical covered
Words spoken to him

He is propelled to act
For attention
To curb his sickening
Self inflicted abuse

And his affliction
Leaves sores that
Could put him out
Of life in this world

Fingers eaten by anxiety
One by one
Because the knives no longer
Relieve him

Criss-crossed with cuts
Knuckles swollen
And these days
You can scarcely find
A smile anymore

His eyes
Turn away the most
Powerful men
Like he has
A special disease

His arms
With their maze of cuts
Have a time limit
Before they paint
The path before him
In acid

Each wound represents
A chance for a new
Beginning
Or an end

He just gave in
And forgot himself
Lost himself
Down in the damp, foggy
Recesses of his mind
And lifted the dead
Happiness
And threw it out

He the "Architect of pain"
Built within his mind
The killing room

Were my tears made of money
Would they catch your eye then?
Were my words made of silk
Would you listen to them?

If I took to the air
Would you notice my wings?
If I offered my voice
Would you wish that I sing?

If I lent you my hand
Would you notice the scars?
If I shone ever bright
Would you call me a star?

If I fell to the ground
Would you help me to stand?
If I told you I cared
Would you then understand?

Evade the bait
A sickness no doubt
Laying in wait
Don't know what it's about...?

Complain to the "Great" ?
Pay praise to the fake
Pray sayings in "his" grace

Play hymns at his feet
Listen when "he speaks"
Be coy and be meek
Tell me, what do you seek?

Tell me, what did "he" make
Other than hate
And it's wasted
On space in our minds
For the non-straight

This name you create
For an image of a place
With white marble gates

That doesn't exist on this plane

And it drives all insane

We make faces at fate
And laugh at destiny
A testimony that states
"Of the different, we're afraid"

So let's keep it normal
Let's keep it formal
Pretty white lace
And the white matching face

With a smile
That betrays the look in the eye
And that resents the knowledge
That nothing's alright

That something's awry

This "man"

He may or may not
Be deity true
My opinion is shot
And maybe it's you

That I target this time
With my question so strong
"This man in the sky...
...is he wright, is he wrong?"

No substantial proof
Ever points me to clues
But I have no idea
I don't walk in your shoes

So let's be real
Whether reality is heavenly
Or earthly

I don't really feel
Like it's too big a deal
I just hope that you heard me

And my message is this
Whether or not he exists
There's no reason for fits

It led us to fists
And eventually war
First fought with sticks
Then swords in the storm

And it's gotten much worse
And the hate festers still
And the void that we know
A "god" tries to fill

But let's be honest
The belief spread fast
And so did the plague
And so did the deaths
Of the wars in the past

So this brings me back
To the question at hand
"Will it last?"

I'm a genuine poet
Some flaws here and there
To my parents I owe it
How I wish they could care

There is pain and I show it
Hide it I wouldn't dare
It will **** me I know it
It is lurking somewhere

Inner light I must grow it
I will embrace the glare
I am no longer stoic
I am no longer scared