There are people
Under the sea.
Solitary,
Miserable
And exquisite.
They keep concealed
The treasures
Beneath them.
The beauty
Of which
Is incomparable.
I've only caught
Quite glimpses of them
In dreams.
As you know now,
They like to be veiled
With the cloth of the sea.
Take me,
To the lighthouse
Which is built
In their heart,
And allow me
To Uncover
The pre-eminent
Pearls.

Stare into the void.
They call me paranoid.

Weeping
Behind the curtains,
As soon as they fall.

Can't rest
My palms
On the ground,
The shattered glass
Will pierce into
My wounds.

Engraving
The grief
Into the cracks
Of my skin.

Screams
Overcrowd
In the chambers
Of my
Dark misery.

Dripping
Down my
Anatomy,
The wine red
Fluid;
Which defines my origin.

Writing;
With my own hands.
The story
Of how
I'll give up
On life.

Timid
And scared.
There i lie.
I can't breathe,
Nor can i tell you why.
Im gasping for oxygen,
Like there's nothing more
I could lose.
I'm feeling numb again;
Possibly for the 100th time.
I endure a rush
In my veins,
The poison
Of anxiety running through.
I lay right there,
Till i pass out;
With the help of this
Only theory:
That "It was just a dream."
A Bad Dream.

If things went her way,
It could tear everything apart.
So she listens to you
Not to ruin things about.
Nothing ever goes the right way;
Even if she wants it to be.
May it be love,
Or the treaty of peace.
You as you;
Is all she wants.
She'll be her,
When you forget your frown.
Happy,
She wants you.
"Please be" she pleads.
Time and again;
A spark is sure to be seen,
She's afraid for
Any fire to appeal.
If it does,
"It'll be the last of us you know."
The aftermath,
No you.
No me.
Hate entangled;
What love tangled,
Our souls are finally free.
All the time we acted like wanna be's,
And i was the only one that couldn't see.
Was 'fame' all you wanted in return of me?
They used to call us "perfectly paired",
Isn't it funny?
But,
How are you going to pretend that you never knew me?