where solar lips are parted
and crescent ******* hardened
cobalt fire licks your name off its oldest breath
this ****** hollow bends its neck through thermal skies and sand
scarlet waves of heat off your (sweet ancestral) hand
come inside, the door is open. the answer's always yes

Medusa’s gaze would turn to sand
if she knew the stony glories spanned
within rock candy walls ablaze
flood plains carry hydrogen freight
from your abyss' collapsing weight
the broken ***** flowers rusting in the haze

long stem bows in the cut orchestral
steal blood from the times ancestral
the ink has spilled and left a stain
under folded layers of skin
that the mirror reflects from views within
your eyes are naked lights, innumerable and plain.

give me your clothes to wear
so that when i'm lonely or sad
i know i have a part of you with me.
tell me i'm beautiful when i look terrible.
hold me when i'm sleeping so i know
the monsters in my head won't bother me
for just a single night.
wake me up with kisses
when the morning light peaks through the windows
to our small apartment.
take me to perkins at three in the morning
simply because we can.
stargaze with me.
let me lie on your chest
and run my hands through your hair
and kiss your lips
and call you mine.
spend every second you can with me
because you can't stand the thought
of being away from me
for more than a day.
let me sing to you when you're tired
let me rub your head when you're sick
let me wake up next to you every single day.
let me love you.
and please
love me in return.
that's all i ask of you.

She sat on the chair
Looking down at her flaws
She feels like she's drowning
She was barely breathing

You can see the tears
In her eyes
She said
I'm fine
But she lied

The thoughts in her head
Drove her insane
She got a pair of scissors
And ran away

She went to the bathroom
And locked the doors
She took it to her skin
Until she saw blood

She felt the pain
That she needed
It was relief
That she wanted

He prowls around like a hungary lion
Looking for his bait
Be alert of sober mind
Don't let him be your fate

He is the prince of darkness
This is his world of rule
The leader of temptation
Deceit his favourite tool

He's arrogant he's boastful
Satan is his name
His followers the Antichrist
Destruction is his game

The master of disaster
The distributor of fear
Be on your guard
He'd like us all
To believe that he's not here

I used to walk in darkness
His path I walked along
I told fortunes by reading tarrot cards
Then realised this was wrong

Through ouija board I met him
And spoke with his spirits too
He spits deceit to all he meets
Including me and you

His aim is of destruction
Many ways he'll surely find
To annihilate abolish
The  (love ) of all mankind

To all who don't believe in him
Just Look around you'll see
So many in his image

( There's only Christ can set us free ~)

he wasn’t expecting my lips to be so warm

nor my heart to be so cold

he wanted to go by what he felt

and not believe what he was told

lack of rhythm keeps the music from flowing,
keeps the anger wrapped tight
and unleashes the screams of anxiety.

It's such a simple thing to want
such an easy thing to do
until you break down in tears
realizing just how pitiful it is.

I just want to play a melody
something beautiful,
hours each day
of nonstop practice
each ending with
the smashing of the keys
and the screams from my throat.

It all ends with tears
as I do not understand-
spending years on the same melody
yet it only follows one tune

How much longer will it go on?
When will this need to play a melody stop?
for until then
those sweet tunes bring tears to my eyes
in the knowledge
that I try every day
week after week
month after month
year after year
and those different tunes only blend
to a jumbled mess of one
due to my shaking
aching hands.

I just want to play a melody.
Why is that so hard?
It's the same song over and over
and though I try my hardest
it comes out the same
each time
and ends with
my screams and tears,
due to these shaking hands.

It is a never ending turmoil,
that breaks my untuned heart.

Running into someone you once loved can bring back all the memories of that person,
you start to reminisce all the time you spent together
you think of all the good times
you think of the things that were left unsaid
that if you could do it again you would do it right
but it's over now
we're no longer lovers
your my past
and I can't go back
because along with the good times came with bad times
I like to believe things happen for a reason
and us ending being one of them
even though it hurt
we used to be lovers
we can not love again.