Fair Cordelia, the name I have borne,
Young and beautiful, so I have been told.
Held in regard as a rose with no thorn,
Soon, my hand clasped, in marriage shall unfold.

Of France or of Burgundy is my fate,
As wife I shall be as wives do commit.
To whom in desires is good and straight,
Shall posses my heart, of that I submit

Thou couldst say I’m young upon naked glance,
I shant deny, to that I share no joust.
Thou couldst say I’m mature in circumstance,
My age of mind that one cannot contest.

To my father, my king, I share a bond,
Not created thusly from emotion.
Made by Mother Nature when I had dawned,
Loyal to my crown, thus is the potion

The seeds of change have blown upon us now,
Watered by the rain of age and reason
And taken root upon my father’s brow.
Now ‘tis I to change the royal season.

He hath called upon my sisters and I,
He who holds the crown for nigh a second.
Vanquishing his power and we comply,
Now the taste of ruling, so it beckons.

I must have flight, the alarums did sound,
The time of great division, it is near.
I go to greet my husband, to be found,
And to the simple man that they call Lear.

If I must profess my love upon his ears,
I may leave a bride, but a father in tears.

What did ya think,
Uh oh,
Did ya think,
You could float on with the rest,
Just sink into the mess.
Did you,
Want some help up,
Did you think you'd help yourself up,
Or maybe you realized
The methane helps me stay alive.
And when you,
Sat there thinking,
With your hands against your palms,
Did you think you could just get up and then sink into my arms.
I'm sorry,
I neglected to tell you,
I am just a ghost.
I am just a spirit or a memory at most.

I tried to tell you
It doesn't matter about the metal in your hips,
The ethanol on your lips,
The molten lava in your veins,
And in your mouth,
And nose.
If I really cared about the halo strangling you and turning you purple and red,
Or the train tracks lining your skin through which you drive in
Pain and
Pleasure,
Or the rivers of poison that you dive into head first so you can drown your
Mind and
Spirit,
Do you honestly think my eyes would shine so bright?
So reluctantly bright?
Because they wouldn't.

It doesn't matter about the stitches in your heart,
The patches in your skin,
The zippers that run down the
Back of your neck
And opens your mind.
I can't see you falling apart,
But I can't seem to miss
Our pupils touching,
Not that they do
Enough.

I still remember when you draped your arms around my neck,
Your fingers tracing my lust and running across my desires,
Never stopping,
Never hesitating,
Always a tease,
But never a touch.
Never to please.
But always too much,
I felt your heavy breath on my cheek and your heavy pleasure in my
Twitching and
Writhing,
Twisting to feel,
But always out of reach.
I asked you quietly to say my name,
So you turned around and walked the other way.

False identities,
That's what you said,
Let's make believe that we're already dead.
But I've just started living,
Or so I try to tell you,
But still you hold that knife to my wrist,
And whisper softly in my ear,
"You can hold me all you want,
Touch me,
Caress me,
Tell me I'm lovely,
Run your tongue from my neck to my naval,
But only if you give me your life."
Too young too live, I thought,
Yet too foolish to die,
And still I submit to your blood-soaked lie.
Scarlet red crimson,
Blackened by your touch,
See, you've left me black and blue,
But the clearness is too much.
And all I can remember,
As you conquered my obsession,
Is how your warmth felt against my own
And how we both asked for more,
As you held my hand in yours,
And I thought it was fine,
When I held your lips in mine,
But it's not,
And it wasn't,
No,
It never will be,
Or so you liked to tell me in between shots from the smoking barrel.

And when you lay there,
Eyes closed,
Head against the tiled floor,
Waiting for the haze to lift,
And you said you hated me,
I didn't really hear you,
And I didn't understand,
Because then you said you loved me,
And it disappeared again.

Fiery expressions beckon to the lover,
Churning oceans lost within his eyes.
Wrapping him in vines, to pull upon his heart,
Convoluting lines that kept their lives apart.

Burning cheeks that call out to their beauty,
Sirens to his love upon the waves.
Opening his iris to the sunlight,
Blooming forth, his pupils seem to ignite.

Flame tipped tongue she tipped towards the lover,
Raindrops flung against her open touch.
Overtaken with the bowing petals,
Not confusion stuck between the metals.

Still her eyes get larger and get hotter,
Still her boiling liquid yearns for touch.
Only if the roots could feel the beating,
If not for the lovely veins retreating.

If you asked me if it was worth it
When I ate that block of ice and drank that glass full of
Melted, snowy water
Beckoned to my lips with the pointed icicles
And let the frigid winter landscape slip down the back of my throat,
Then I would probably tell you it wasn't even that cold
And that the blackened chunks of skin on my
Nose and tongue
Are really just ash from when I kissed your fiery face.

If you asked me if it was wrong
To let the mysterious seed land in my handsome bed
And let it spring forth its life upon my pillow,
To allow the gnarled roots to clasp upon my soil
And hug my freedom straight from the aura of my being
And let the leaves and fruit that fell from the trembling bows upon my face
Decay
Rot
And disintegrate
Then I would probably tell you that the sweet smell of the flower blossom was the prize
That I let myself wither and die for.

If I asked you why
You didn't have the courage to say you were there
When I saw you standing in the shadows trying to hide your face,
Would you tell me the real answer?
Would you stop the lies
Or,
More importantly,
The simple lack of response that makes your shell
And hides your face.
Would you tell me that if I saw who you really were
I would run
And I would never want to hold your hand again?

I don't believe you are as ugly as you say.
Not because of the sound of your voice as it echoes past my walls
Or the scent of your perfume as it floats above my ramparts.
No, I have a telescope with a magic lens,
Made of dignity, cured genuinely,
And no matter how deep you try and bury yourself beneath the mountains of
Self deprecation,
Imperfections,
And insecurities
I can see what you are on the inside,
The beauty inside that you're trying to ****.

I've got the medicine,
But you won't seem to listen,
The only pills you want are sarcasm and false pretenses.
Your so high on your lack of self,
And I've been drowned in your loveless passive aggression

Now is the final question,
The last one that I'll ask you
If you won't listen here and now,
I have nothing left to say.

Have all of my efforts been in vain?
Or are you just too ugly to see that you are beautiful?

All the cuts and the scrapes,
The bumps and the crashes where our hip bones multiply and divide the line between our movement,
All the hair held clasped in slippery fingers,
Pulled back,
Lips tipped pink towards the ceiling,
Balance reeling,
All the floating rhythms that have penetrated our fantasy,
Compensated for our feelings.

It wasn't enough.

Not that the body,
The face,
Or the soul,
The hair or the lashes,
The mind or the skin.
No, you said it wan't that,
Never more than a remorseful fact.
Only for the broken conscience,
The loves that existed forever apart,
Could then both twist together in heart.

But then you said...
No.

And I looked down at my hands and I saw the callouses,
The etched pattern of pent up emotion that I spent so much time carving with a rusty bullet,
And my ears believed you,
But my mind did not.
All the pretend kisses that tempted my cheeks and pulled at my ripcords,
Turned on my motor,
Flipped on my switch,
They sank into the mud,
And the hands that brushed my  forehead to wipe away the sweat began to fall to pieces and smash against the tiled floor of the bathroom where you first said you loved me
With that voice of yours,
That god awfully beautiful voice,
Where you first put that red lipstick on and bound your mind with a halo of
Lust
Just so you could summon the courage to stand up there in front of those people and let them eat your words with their ears.
And all I wanted to do was eat your lips with my eyes.
I was so close,
I could taste the perfume on your neck
And I couldn't take it anymore, so I reached out to touch

But...
Then you said no.

And all the times I said that I was there,
When I really wasn't,
When I took off my jacket and the steam rose off my skin to wrap your arms in ghostly tendrils,
When I took that blade and let my blood just so when you'd crashed too hard and burned too much you could keep your mouth from
Cracking
And
Falling apart.
I thought I did what I was supposed to do,

And still you said...
No.

But it wasn't you, was it?

Can the man in the iron mask feel this emotion tonight?
Can the shiny face, the living place expect to make it right?
Through the metal, through the handsome, ugly, living dead.
Through the cortex, all these thoughts are floating through my head.
To die, to life, a toast, we see,
The way we meant, the things we sent,
Were not too great to be.
The trips keep going, whispers flowing,
Can't escape it, tried to fight it.
This level, not so high,
Pressure builds, so does the lie.
So does the torture and the sanity,
Greed, the lust, the sloth and vanity.
Too much hell to walk at night,
The concretes hot and turning white.
Cracks and canyons break the surface
Of your morals of your purpose.
Time is leaving, clocks take flight,
Wings of steel that shine so bright.
A heavenly body to steal from my dreams,
Or so it seemed.
As he had deemed.
Don't want to die but I'm to young to live.
Don't want to lie but I'm to selfish to give.
And it's far too late,
The wall is too great,
The bricks, the mortar,
Marble, and slate.
Said you dreamed of blue and gold,
So your dreams could soon be told.
Green, green star, green, green nightmare.
Don't resist this green, green nightmare.