Can you whistle to the winds for me?
Can you caress the dark recesses of the night as you would caress me?
Can you whisper to the sky, whisper what is to conspire?
Do this for me, while i wait for them to carry it on to me...
I pray to whatever Gods there may be,
to unite the two of us again.
Perhaps they'll heed my prayer,
Perhaps they'll heed your smile?
So, can you sing to the winds for me?
Can you caress the dark recesses of the night as you would caress me?
Can you whisper to the sky, whisper what is to conspire, between you and me?
Do this for me, while i wait for them to carry it on to me...
For now that you have caught my heart,
It can only pray for you.
You, this word holds new meaning for me,
for it sort of defines you.
Words, my only allies till now,
Suddenly betray me in front of you.
For it is in your absence that I remember how to breathe,
But it is in your absence that each breath turns painful.
This maybe too much to ask of you, yet,
Can you whistle to the winds for me?
Can you caress the dark recesses of the night as you would caress me?
Can you whisper to the sky, whisper what is to conspire?
Do this for me, while i wait for them to carry it on to me...

'Are you okay now?'
Oh, darling, if only you knew,
Only if you could see the light, I see in you with my eyes,
If only you could hear the music that weaves itself,
When you open your lovely mouth.
(But if anything,
I am adept at cowardly self restraint,
Whitled from rotting words and empty dreams,
Chipped and jagged, broken shards.
Yet your eyes, those deep wells,
Brimming with happiness,
With sorrow stifled within smiles,
If only you knew,
If only you could see.
I'm burning up, my defenses breaking,
With every moment the two of us share.
This provokes me, this change of season in the depths of my mind,
Replacing feral winter with lovely spring,
Peace of mind. My satisfaction,
Albeit a solitary one has been ravaged apart.
It tasted pungent, sweet, and
Maddeningly powerful,
Yet the smell of your words is far intoxicating,
Letting loose all my inhibitions.
If only you could see what you meant to me,
Would you be as scared as I am now?)
Shaking my head, dispelling this hasty afterthought,
Of course I am, I reply, With you here, what else could I be?
And you cover it with an immaculate laugh, chiding me on my flirtatiousness,
If only you could see, what you meant to me.

There are some days I stand in the sunlight, bathing and basking in The light,
There are some days I remember the songs which played in my childhood,
There are some nights I read all that I have ever wrote.
And then I write again.
I bleed out my soul,
Convert our essence into words.
When I finish, I stand up and say,
**** it all and set our love on fire.
With the burning paper, I feel my heart burn as well.
I stare into the darkness, waiting for it to swallow me whole.
And you have every right to be scared
Cause some nights when I kiss you it's all lust,
When I touch you there is no love.
I ask you to lock me up,
Chain me down,
Darling if you love me, why do you let me hurt you so?
Oh my god have I made you blind?
Can you not see your tears?
Oh my god have I made you deaf
Can you not hear the fanfare as I cut my wrists?
Trumpets blowing as I bleed.
There are some nights we dance,
A dance of pain.
Oh my god save me,
Save us,
Save her? From me at least?
I dare not look inward for the solution.
Oh my God help me?

I'm so tired of this empty feeling
I'm so tired of being alone
I lay here staring at the ceiling
Waiting by the phone

I jump when the phone rings
It brings a smile to my face
When she hangs up my heart stings
And I sink back into my lonely place

I wish and I dream
That we'll be together soon
I can't wait until we can look up hand in hand
At the stars and at the moon

I yearn for her kisses
Her touch - Her embrace
I can't wait for the days
When I get to see her face

I'm flooded with thoughts of her
In my heart, soul, and mind
I imagine her touch
So gentle and kind

I try not to weep
I hope she doesn't hear my cries
But I can't stop the tears
Falling from my eyes

I cry a thousand tears
And think - how much more can I take?
But in my heart I know I'd wait a thousand years
All for love's sake
The horrid emotion floods my insides,
The nihilistic warrior I was exists no more
Why can she fix my pains with just a smile?

I tremble, i quake
I lose control to my undying soul.
She holds over me power unknown
So in the nights I try to cry,

For I want these emotions gone.

I am falling.
I am ascending.
I have felt heaven's rage.
I feel Hell's grace.
A seraph stripped of his wings, of his blades.
A child of Lilith, stripped of her vile blood.
I am falling.
I am surfacing.
There is something tyrannical about order,
There is something alluring about chaos.
I am Atlas Rover, the fallen one. History shall no longer remember my name.
I am Kyuubus Insignia, the ascended one. The fires of hell burn out my name.
We are different, yet closely bound.
For chaos and order, good and bad are so intricately mixed.
Uniting us is a single vessel of Adam's kin.
Fragile flesh, empty soul.
Dividing us is our essence.
One strives to tear down order,
Employing the weapons of hell.
One strives to rejoice in honor,
Albeit in a heavenly grace.

When angels fall, destiny propels them into being devils,
Milton said that it is better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven,
Yet he was blind.
I am Atlas Rover, cast out of heaven's grace.
Brandishing a flaming sword of words and wings of empathy.
Yet I am Kyuubus Insignia, born of diabolical innocence.
We are two sides of the same coin,
Yet one side must tip over for the other's sake.

Another day lived drop by drop,
I cannot turn to God, how can I stop?
Friends family beg alike,
Yet nothing compares to those golden drops.
Golden amber, bliss frozen into drops.
Is this how a mortal feels,
Having drunk ichor?
By the bottle there is no shame, only pain.
I drink a lot not sure if that's new,
These few moments of regret with myself,
Grace me till I reach the shelf.
But when the bottle is open, there is nothing more.
Sorrow makes me grip the bottle tight,
Despair won't leave me till midnight.
Delirium patiently waits,
As I drown in the amber fluid.
All thoughts of abstinence are crude,
I no longer have any pride.
All this regret is from a former me,
One I can no longer be.
Revelation and realization overcome me like a high tide,
Sorrow drowns me in its folds.
I guess there is no other way yet,
So I drink till I choke.
Silent stares from my friends,
Cut the silence like broken glass.
The silent sobs of my mother,
Sound so distant. Dampened by the liquor.
I despise what I have become,
I have lost my own self.
Maybe one day I'll be back,
Till then I'll drown and hate.

Oh, How exquisite it was.
The scent and sight of freshly spilled blood.
The intricate texture of the ruby rain,
Spilling a and snaking down my skin.
Like precious liquid gems.
Oh, how glorious slaughter is.
How full of life it left me.
Cloaked in Death,
With the throbs of my heart,
Far lively compared to that of the corpse.
Oh how my laughs punctuated the air.
How I rebelled in the glory of my deed.
I was made in the image of god,
And now I understood the power of death.
This is not insanity, it is purer than that.
It is not rage, it is wilder than that.
It was never about avarice or fear as well.
It was feral blood lust, the legacy of my ancestors.
As I prey on my second victim, she raises the cross.
Sigh, I wonder, as I watch her wilt away.
Why does man consider all that is above it out of God's grace?
In the field of life, one's angel is the other's devil.
And so it has been unleashed.
Upon the earth, the scrounge of heaven and hell.
Man unrestrained and warped into its vile self.