Blood searing my veins
Cauterizing countless lacerations
My wounds seep with
The acidic taste of my life
I sit-
Unaware of my soul
Leaking out every pore
Dripping slowly away
The greedy
Cracked concrete
Drinking up my essence
Until all I am left is
Tranquility

Swirling iridescent flitter
Too elusive to set still.
Superlatively attractive
Flitter butterfly-
If you will.
Beauty can’t be captured
True love cannot be torn
And oh my flitting butterfly
Fly away-
And I won’t mourn.

Come sweetie,
Just a little farther.
Keep coming-
It gets less darker.

Your hand, my love,
So close beside me.
Interlaced-
I feel love inside me.

Pursuing blackness,
Held at bay.
Sanctuary-
Of love and play.

Darkness-
Encroaching-
Taking-
Leaves nothing.

How-?
Where-?
Here-
I am alone.

By myself-
And all alone.
And so alone,
I walk on home.

I can remember a time
being warm felt so nice.
Then my heart turned to stone-
and my soul turned to ice.
My spirit's stripped away
as my blood runs cold.
My body cast aside
to grow weary and old.

The man you see before you-
is but a hollow shell.
The essence that it housed
already ****** to hell.
With nothing left to live for-
With no reason left to pray-
This soulless, hollow, empty shell-
still stalls another day.

So while you live your lives-
of gossip and senseless prattle,
remember everyone you meet
Is fighting a harder battle.

ode to a man
the keeper of my dreams,
melody of my soul,
the wind beneath my wings.
ode to a man
beautiful as can be
whispers to my heart
only beauty he can see.
ode to a man
who's heart he let me take
used him and beat him
till there was nothing left to break.
ode to a man
who loved me anyway,
though my only heart wondered,
his love did truly stay.
ode to a man
who finally gave up.
i loved him more than anything
but his love was never enough....

The shyest prize
who sings, but lies,
climatically waves
as she bats her eyes.

With her head held high
the sun can shine,
yet within her dismissal
she'll finally hide.

On display, in such-
a courageous way.
She pretends to be
the smile she fakes.

Inadequate- she'll say.
Trembling with fear
you cannot read
on her face.

The shyest prize,
she sings, yet lies,
falsifies the fear,
and pain in her eyes.

Serene- complete.
She only ventures- to be.
Plays this role
nobody can see.

Suppose I told you
today you'll die.

And you have one shot
to sink or fly,

to fight the tide
or drown or hide.

Suppose I told you
today you'll live.

You get only one moment
to truly forgive

yourself for all
the sins let in.

To finally cease
calling out for him.

Suppose I told you
this is all a dream.

Nothing you see
is what it seems.

Would it make any difference,
any change at all?

Would you choose to fly?
Or continue-
to fall.

Sometimes its enough-
no need to carry on.
To continue the letters
that lengthen the song.
That does not matter
for it-
already is done.
Yet you sift through the stars
as if-
there were none.
Go repent, you are
the only one.
Who reminisces the days
when love was sung.
And prevailed and won.
And cheered and hummed.
A time in which
we cared for fun.
Irrelevant now,
enough-
you were wrong.
pointless to try
and lengthen the song.

She came at night,
with her ghostly charm.
She explained to me
that she meant no harm.
She sat next to me,
said she wanted to talk.
So I held her hand,
her skin like chalk.
She said she was sorry
for what she'd done,
that all she wanted
was to have some fun.
And when I asked
what I meant to her,
she refused to answer
since she knew it would hurt.
She told me to stop,
that she'll never come back.
I told her I wouldn't
and to cut me some slack.
I asked her who she was
and if it was really that bad.
She said, "I am the lover
you thought you had."