3 days without a remedy.
Nothing to remind me,
Of who I am,
And not who I was.

3 days and I'm tweaking,
Because you aren't here.
I keep losing my temper,
And biting my tongue.

I can hardly control myself.
I have no medication,
For the inevitable insanity,
That is creeping up faster than ever.

Being this way makes me wonder,
How I ever got you in the first place.
I am not a pleasant being.
I'm ****** and unstable.

I'm not me.
I'm the other me.
The left me,
Because you bring out the right in me

My hands are trembling,
Just sitting here.
I'm going to combust.
And when I do...

I'm taking everybody with me.

9 cigarettes,
9 hours.
And this love dies with my last pack.
For I cannot let,
The venomous things in life,
Take mine.
I will be poisoned no longer.
For this time...
Mind outsmarts,
The heart.

Why must a poets' mind arise,
When the sun and moon align?
4am knows all,
And insomnia resolves,
All of his secrets,
And he prays that she will keep them.

My mind is moving much too fast,
To ****** a slippery slumber.
So I'll ache and wait,
And watch my brain wither,
As loneliness quenches its hunger.

I see through that deathly daze of yours,
I see regret, opportunity, and gratefulness,
You told me that you weren't sure,
If you're happy because you're here,
Or glum because you're not at deaths door.
And that forever breaks my heart,
So I left the demonic devices behind,
And went to my car.
Sparked a cigarette, put it to my lips, and take a drag,
Here's to the worst night I've ever had.

Your pessimistic view on beauty is amusing,
Isn’t it the beautiful that should preach upon beauty?

You have it all wrong.
Beauty is not only skin deep.
“Pretty” is skin deep.
Beauty is more than long hair and smooth skin.
More than any physical feature.

You are beauty.

Yes, beauty starts with the physical,
But it does not end there.
You are beauty.
You are graceful, eloquent.
Your smile is unmatched even by Aphrodite,.
Your personality is perpetually perfect.
You bring lightness to the shadow-stricken.
You are beauty.

MY beauty.

Beauty is not only skin deep.
Beauty is earned.

Pardon my blabbering,
it’s late as ****.

You're actually not perfect.
I finally found your flaw.
Which is ironic,
Because your only flaw...

Is that you're in love with me.

Set afire, that scarlet dress,
And use it as a torch.
Roam this earth and never stop,
Til every pine and oak are scorched.

And pray to whoever,
This poison doesn't catch ablaze,
Because this, my dear,
I'm afraid...

Is a wave,
I cannot brave.

Once is not enough,
For me to feel this buzz.
For I see the smoke upon your lips,
And I can only but feel envious.

Carcinogens? I fear none,
If I obtain my dearest's love.
For this reward is what I get,
The Consequences of a Cigarette.

One day, sir, This will have you die,
To that, my love, this is my reply,
Smoke again is what I'll do.
For ironically, I'd die for you.

In my search for tranquility,
I stumble upon a path,
Unknowingly,
This is an opportunity,
A once in a lifetime chance.
It seems mildly enigmatic,
But still quite nurturing,
As if created by humans,
But perfected by mother nature.

Eventually I come upon a bridge.
Strong, yet lonely.
Archaic, yet full of life.
I cross this bridge,
Unaware of my destination,
Yet sure of an insightful journey.
Then I find myself in a dilemma,
A fork in the path.

One side seems wider,
Full of life with a quicker tempo.
The other is less broad,
Almost harsh, and dead.
Which should I choose?
A trail full of life...

Or death?

Without a second thought…
Death is my option.

This path was full of thorns,
And small shrubs with little life,
But I trudged my way through every obstacle.
Eventually, I began to see light, and creatures…

Life.

I saw everything tranquil upon the path of death.
I finally found what I had been looking for.
All I had to do was,
Go through death,

To receive life and tranquility.

I yearn for your voice.
For it is the remedy for this distance.
And this Distance seems to be,
The archenemy of Bliss.

He waits patiently for his chance,
To ambush an unknowing victim.
Yet Bliss walks by our side,
When You and I are hand-in-hand.

He has no conscience.
And he walks with Bliss,
After his victim has fallen.
Yet Bliss, too, is another of his victims.

I yearn for that voice,
To be a shield against Distance.
And You, my sword.
For with you, I can defeat him.

For now, Bliss is nowhere to be found.
So Distance is here with me.
Bow at the ready,
Waiting for me to turn my back.

But I know he is there,
So turn my back, I shall not.
I play your voice over and over,
In my head, and Distance has been parried.

I wait for your return,
So I may take the offensive,
Against this villain,
And destroy him.

For I know when you return,
Bliss will be at your side,
And together,
We shall impale Distance.

If you were the Sun,
And I were the Moon,
I'd reflect your beauty onto Earth.

You give life with your light,
But they're still geocentric,
They can't look in your eyes,
And they don't know your worth,

...But I do.

And if I were the Sun,
And you were the Moon,
I'd die from the distance,
And you'd love the waves.
I'd flare up my nostrils,
Obliterate planets,
Just to give my dear Luna,
Her space.

...But I think...
You're more like...
...Earth.

Nature and Nurture,
You're one in the same.
Your waters replenish,
There's "art" in your name...
Earth.

Polluted by people,
And carbon and cancer,
You bottle it up,
Til you burst from your mantle,
But you're
Iron.
To.
Your.
Core.

When grey takes your green,
Still, you protect your people,
And provide a harvest,
Regardless you feed them.
You harbor the humans,
That crack up your crust,
Then create the concrete,
That covers your lungs...
...Then they ask why you can't breathe.

You put the "die" in "Dioxide"
There's gold in your soul,
They mine for your diamonds,
But only find coal,
Yet...
They're BOTH COMPRESSED CARBON?!?!?

The shade of your surface,
Brings shame to the soil,
Your soul can grow much more than crops.
And if that asteroid Apophis,
Gets a little too close,
I'm the astronaut poppin Apocalypse off,
Or the artist that's armin' Armageddon's bomb.
Our connection is stronger than Hydrogen bonds.
When I hold your hand,
I've got the world in my palm.

Accumulate cumulus,
Shrouded in clouds,
Your circumference serves,
As the circle of life.
And I tried...
And I tried...
And I finally realized,
That without planet Earth...

...I would die.

They say envy turns you green,
But for me, I disagree.
Envy is red,
The color of romance.

I envy your shirt,
It constantly gets to caress your body.
I envy your cigarettes,
Constantly at your lips.
I envy the words that you speak,
For they are much more beautiful than I.
I envy the ground you walk upon,
For I want to be the only thing pleading at your feet.
I envy your phone.
Constantly at your fingertips,
Caressing your cheek.
You speak into it,
And I hear "I love you."
I envy whomever lurks on the other side.
I envy your pillows,
Because I know you cuddle with them when I am not there.
I envy your necklace,
For it is constantly closer to your heart than I'll ever be.
I envy the medicine that you take,
For I want to be what takes your pain away.

You tell your tales,
And I am envious of your past.
Mostly because I am absent from your memories.

They say envy turns you green,
But for me, I disagree.
Envy has no color.
Only silhouettes.

I'm alone in a crowded room.
I hear the faint sound of music.
But I pay no interest.
I have to find something to steal my sobriety.

I see hatred in the eyes of judgement.
And temptation is drunken,
Therefore becoming,
More seductive by the second.

A love rusted over,
And a damsel in distress,
Trying to tarnish the lamp,
But the genie refuses freedom.

And the genie feels no remorse,
For refusing to grant a wish,
From a removed stranger.
Because his refusal is in good faith.

My eyes have betrayed me.
As these tears start to swell,
I cannot hold them back.
For I know you are not well.

Today you told me you have..

Cancer.

It reminded me of times,
When you used to be my hero.
Now I see all of that fading,
And the words echo in my ear lobes.

I remember when I was a boy,
Is follow you like a puppy.
And never before had I realized,
How I am so very lucky.

You are my father.

And you have...

Cancer.

I cannot describe this pain I feel.
I just tried to laugh it off.
But its rotting within my flesh and soul,
Yet still the word "cancer" brings a scoff.

Cancer...

How can this be that both,
Of my parents catch this disease.
Cancer.
How can one say the word with ease?

I know you'll be okay,
For your faith forever endures,
Everyday you pray,
And your intentions always pure.

Today you told me you have...
Cancer...

Today...
I begin my quest as a father,
Because no one else can feel the love,
That I feel for my younger brother.

Today you told me you have...
Cancer...

Today, my soul began to rot...
Along with my faith.

How is it that you of all people,
Catch this fatal foe?
Your faith in God is immovable.
You're the most virtuous person I know.

Today...
You told me you have...

Cancer.

Long days seem so much longer.
Distance does not make the heart grow fonder.
You’ve conquered the empire of my subconscious.
Your crusade so short,
Yet I hope your reign continues for eons.

We’re far past passive flatteries,
Instead, we fill each other’s hearts with vows.
You mean them now,
But what about a few months?
What if you decide I’m not what you want?

The torment I am slowly approaching,
Consumes my distant soul.
I can hear the sounds of futuristic loathing,
From when you decide this love has taken it’s toll.

So tell me.
How can I pay this inevitable toll?
How can I save us from Cupid’s malicious tyranny?

His arrow is too far lodged within me,
I cannot remove it.
I can only push it farther and farther
Into my heart until it falls out of my back.

But this arrow, trenchant.
Cupid, the sharpest of marksmen.
Yet colorblind, he is.
He sees not what colors his targets represent.
He draws his bow for the pure love of marksmanship.

Sometimes, yet not often,
He will hit the intended target.
But the odds are scarce.
His subjects are often punctured,
And connected to one whom reciprocated Fate’s desire.

Yet this time…
This time…
Cupid must have hit a target of Fate’s approval.
For thrice he has missed.
This time He and Fate are in sync.

This wound may stretch over time,
But the arrow shall remain firmly lodged within my *****,
***** and immovable.
Until you kick it through my backside.

But until then,
I can only endure.
I can only be woo wounded.
I can only survive,
Another ambush of the militant called Cupid.


But I will do it for you,
For by you,
I’ve been so divinely seduced.
Wooed by your lips.
Not by your kiss,
But by the music,
Which your mandibles so express.

I desire not to seal this wound,
But to evade its’ repercussions.
For I have endured a similar wound thrice.

He is winged as if an angel,
Yet Was Lucifer not once an angel as well?

Cupid is an impostor.
A spy of Agony, himself.
He prays on the young, the old, the strong, and the weak.
He cares not who he obliterates in his crusades.
He is a bloodthirsty heathen.
He makes scoundrels of Saints,
And Harlots of Housewives.
Saint Valentine is no Saint.
He is Satan’s nightmare.

At first, his arrows are ecstasy,

But like a cancer,
His poison-saturated arrows
Seep deep within every crevice of your body.
They consume you as if enriched with ******.
And eventually rot within your *****
Until it is nothing but dust and a memory.
One day I will assassinate Fate’s Malicious militant,
The one we call Cupid.

We are protected from so much pain. For example: graves.
The earth’s roots and brown-black blood are busy
covering the soft, violated bodies of our loves.
Death is a secret, and the rain with its many hands

washes off the streets to the gutters death’s thick surprise.
The automatic shutter of the eye never fails,

the courtesies of the tongue. What goes on in the rooms of houses
is guarded from us by the hardwood doors,

the carefully closed windows. Whatever was said or done,
night will come, eagerly, to clean up.

And death will shield us, in time,
from the sun’s megalithic promise:

Tomorrow, the same day.
Tomorrow, the same day.

For example: A flower
is the most beautiful lie.

I am not perfect.
I am nowhere near perfect.
I simply play the part,
But only for you.

I try to be the best.
I aim for perfection.
But like Cupid,
My marksmanship is poor.

I will always fail,
I will always be,
This same imperfect entity,
All that is yours.

If imperfection,
Is perfect to you,
Than I shall put down my bow,
And aim no more.

I am not a masterpiece,
I am a forgery,
Created by the perfect artist.
You.

I apologize for my texture,
The flaws that give me away.
For to an expert,
I am nothing but a replica.

To an unlearned eye,
I may be something,
Born of the renaissance,
Yet I am nothing special.

I was born of this age.
An age where an artist's ideals,
Are formed from past works.
And I am nothing but a forgery.

Not a forgery of Da Vinci or Michelangelo,
But a forgery of these new age artists.
Only a forgery of an idea's idea.
Nothing more.

No love can compare to my love for thee.
Unconditional, everlasting, And rooted within my soul.

You gave up everything for us.
Dreams, sleep, serenity, true love.
All of it transformed to chaos.
A chaos that is eternal.
A chaos in which my name represents.

You carry a burden that non other could bear.
A burden that I am forever in debt to.

Stripped of love, the world had been,
Until the grace of your voice reminds me who I am,
I am your son.
As much your guardian as you are mine.

You gave me life,
Something none other could achieve.
Something I could never dream of changing.

Because of you, my faith prevails.
When I stumble, you catch me.
You put me on the path in which I stride.
You created everything that I am.

Through pain, sorrow, triumph, and bliss,
You were there to hold me steady.
You morphed me from dust,
You made me who I am,
Something that I take pride in.
Something that I hope, you too, can be proud of.

You are my creator and my fortress,
My shield, and my sanctuary.
None other could ever take your place.
For you are my Mother.
My one and only.
The one person who has been there since day one.
The only person who keeps me from losing who I am.

You are part of my soul,
From the deepest, most inner core.
We are bound by nature,
And by love.

You are my Mother.
My guardian angel.
My one true love.

Haiku's can be fun,
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.

For better for worse,
In life or hearse,
Love is love,
For smiles or hurt.

Love is just,
But wanderlust,
Back to you,
To them I front.

Unshackled hands,
But bonded feet,
An enslaved man,
In satin sheets.

Nostalgic thoughts,
For who we were,
The future's lost,
The past a blur.

A change'd man,
With reddened hands,
For bloodshed changed,
A tainted plan.

Can't do with,
Can't do without.
A softened hand,
Or hardened mouth.

So give me mine,
And keep what's yours.
A gated heart,
At heavens doors.

For better for worse,
In life or hearse,
Love is love,
For smiles or hurt.

Heartbreak.
The only word to describe it is “Indescribable”. It is like nothing you can ever experience. It’s almost as if you are mourning the loss of a part of your soul. Like someone stole a fragment of you.
Seeing the one that used to be your everything with someone else, smiling. Happy. And there’s nothing you can do about it. They don’t want you anymore. For whatever reason, you no longer mean anything to them. They have a new muse. You can’t help but stare, captivated by their beauty that you’d once succumbed… yet still nothing is more beautiful. Captivated by memories, by the “what ifs”, the thought of “us”.
Heartbreak is unique. Almost an art form. Beauty. It’s a phenomenon to see someone that was once so cheerful just change… become something that you’d never think they’d become, then months later become a completely new person.
Heartbreak. The only word to describe it, is “indescribable”.

O star...

How you mock me.
Away from earthly oppressions.
Safe, is thee,
Hung home in heaven.

I envy your distance,
From this place we call earth.
You feel no resistance,
No pain, and no hurt.

For your father, an immortal,
And your mother owns all.
You feel no torture,
Only wished upon when you fall.

O star,
How you mock me.

How dost thee shine so bright?
And if thou art blue,
You still emulate light.

I've got incisions,
From my intuition,
Telling me to grip,
This bare blade tightly.

I constantly contemplate the killings.
Never someone I know,
Always strangers.

I envision the moans they'd make,
If I ever came to commit.
When I bare blood upon my blade,
And bring to life my first offense.

It's hardly out of anger,
Simply misplaced aggression,
And overprotection,
Of every type of human danger.

I see my psychiatric state,
Is unstable.
And if it ever came to it,
I know that I'd be able,
To draw upon a passerby,
With only bad intentions.
And create a ******* carcass,
Out of a criminal on a mission.

If my tears were tequila,
I'd drink just enough,
To drown my sorrows,
And nothing more.

I'd be able to cry when necessary,
Instead of banishing tears within.
I'd be able to bottle my sorrows,
And drink them.

Most days I just want to come home to,
Find you in my bed,
And just fold myself around you,
And leave the blankets on the floor.
Each other is enough to keep us warm.

But what I want is rarely what I receive.
And so it's another bowl,
Then off to scramble for my keys,
And hope for the worst.

Sometimes I'll find myself looking for an escape,
Then realize there is only one.
And that is the path of the selfish and the weak,
And I am neither.

Far from brave,
But farther from cowardly.
I could daze for days,
And let misery shower me.

But once again,
I'm alone, radiating hate,
For this distance that,
Seems to obstruct our fate.

Once the passion in my eyes burns out,
Once you've realized I'm unworthy...
It's another bridge incinerated,
But let's be honest, I was never that sturdy.

If you're a flower,
Then I'm a ***,
Because you grew up,
And I did not.

What happens when my bliss,
Resides in you?
And when you leave,
What the **** shall I do?

Happiness is temporary,
I've been taught many times.
And you, my dear,
You're oh so sublime.

You, my love,
Many times, proved an angel,
But my love for you,
Proves my being to be in danger.

Because love is not forever,
And bliss is just for a minute.
And love resembles bliss,
Which unfortunately, I am in it.

For to lose you is my death,
And to love you is a threat.
To need you causes stress,
I need you and nothing less.

I love you.
I cannot outrun that fact,
And if you decide to run away,
Would bliss ever come back?

I see the scars on your arms,
And I am resentful.
Resentful that they are not mine.
Resentful that I couldn't stop you.

What's mine is yours,
And what's your is mine.
Including the pain.
But I couldn't stop you.

I left you alone.
In my drunkenness,
I left you alone.
And I couldn't stop you.

My words and worries are useless.
Only the pain you feel brings you back.
I am useless.
Because I couldn't stop you.

I see them and I resent them.
I wish that could be my arm.
My pain.
But I couldn't stop you.

For I was too far gone.
I was too busy stealing my pain,
To recognize yours.
And I couldn't stop you.

I'm sorry...

If I asked you to,
Would you follow me,
To the edge of the earth,
And trust me enough,
To jump with me?

How can you be afraid of the dark,
My love...
When you're the only light
I've ever seen?

She says roses are red,
And violets are blue.
But she can't tell with her eyes,
That are all askew.

Her sight is blinded by the truth,
Which is lies that hide,
The pain and scars,
Behind her deep blue eyes.

"I love you,"
Is not a greeting, nor sign of affection.
For these things have limits,
And Love is limitless.

Not bound by time,
Nor reality.
Love has no boundaries.
Nor explanations.

Love is not bound by age,
Nor species,
Nor Gender,
Nor words.

"I love you,"
Is not a greeting, nor sign of affection.
For these things have limits,
And Love is limitless.

Close is never close enough,
Forever is much too short,
"Love" is an insufficient term,
To describe you and I.

We are forever embedded in each other,
Whether physically or not,
You will always be part of me,
The best part.

Your fingertips etch memories,
Into my skin.
Your lips engrave my body,
With nothing less than perfection.

You rooted yourself,
In a place much deeper than my heart.
And blossomed more quickly,
Than I ever could have imagined.

Your words linger in my mind,
More often than my own thoughts.
And your image is constantly,
Replaying itself on repeat.

Your smile is the brightest light,
I have ever seen.
A much needed remedy,
In such a dark, dark world.

Your hair is entangled,
In my broken heart.
Keeping it sound,
And wound together.

Your eyes see things in me,
That I knew not to exist.
As mine see things in you,
That were once thought a myth.

"Love"? No...
That term is insufficient.
This requires a new term.
For we have created something new.

Nothing means anything anymore.
Because you are everything.
And everything is you.
Therefore, everything is mine.

So yes... let us sift through the ashes.
I will follow you through revelations.
I will burn the world myself,
If that's what you ask of me.

Close is never close enough,
Forever is much too short,
"Love" is an insufficient term,
To describe you and I.

Every night,
And every day.
Every time,
My mind's away,
I see his lips,
Upon your hips,
The way you kiss,
And day his name.
A sick mistake,
Of twisted fate,
To prove your name,
Creates a craze.

...molly.

Every breath without you,
Is a breath tainted by death,
Yet, with every breath in your presence,
Creates a lung blessed by heaven.

What does an angel dream,
If such a feat is so possible?
Of life on earth?
Or of the paradise in which he resides?

And what of demons?
Consumed in flames,
Does slumber ever ****** Satan?
It must.

If so, He must dream of heaven,
Of when he harbored angelic ailerons,
Of when he was his own sworn enemy,
Of unattainable paradise.

As Gabriel as his Angel of Death,
And God his own enemy's creator,
Satan dreams not,
For He has Nightmares Of Paradise.

I'll let the poison seep through my skin,
As I imagine you with him.
Yes, I agree it was a mistake.
But it was a risk you willed to take.
You took a bond that to me was sacred.
And rather than kindled it, you inflamed it.
You set fire to my temple,
When he felt the skin upon your dimples.
Now I see you through his eyes,
But fortunately I realize,
That it is nothing to you,
But it is everything to me,
That an unspoken bond was broken,
When you felt him and not,

Me...

Distance,
Oh what a tyrranous being you are.
So tempting and teasing.
So tiresome and misleading.

You, distance...
You, will break me.

You do not make the heart grow fonder,
For my heart grows weary,
Not stronger.

You dangle my love just beyond my reach.
And patience is something you fail to teach.

You, distance...
You, will break me.

I lay awake...
Again...
Unable to sleep.
Replaying those words you spoke to me tonight.
Over. And over. And over.
As if my whole life had led up to those few words.
As if nothing else in the world mattered before those words curled up at the end of your lips,
And laid down to rest by the fireplace of my cold heart.
Over and over and over,
My inevitable smile never straying from my cheeks.
Falling... Falling... Falling...
Until I realize "falling,"
Does not quite quench my desires,
For maybe by dumb luck,
Maybe by fate,
Maybe an unlaced shoe,
Or maybe your straying, clumsy foot,
I endo'ed.
Brains above my unlaced shoes,
And heart somewhere in between.
And to stand up,
Would mean I had the strength,
And the will to do so.
So here I lie.
Never to stand up,
Nor fall again.

Are we not so different?
An angel consorting with a heathen,
A heathen consorting with an angel?
Both traitors.
Both committing frequent treason.
Both doomed to remain as static entities.
Unchanging, Unmalleable.
Opposite extremities,
Yet still on the same spectrum.
So what makes us so different?
Perception?

Why must a good soul,
Be imprisoned in a perishable body?
Why must time be limited,
For those that do the world well?
Why must death be an obstacle,
Instead of an option?

Tell me how you can love such a heathen.
Tell me how you look into my eyes and ignore the demons.
Tell me how these chiseled horns hidden by my hairline are irrelevant.
You speak of love, but tell me what you can tell of it.
Tell me how I have proved myself worthy.
Make a believer out of me and at least act like you heard me.

I'm everything to you,
And you're everything to me,
But if you strip me down to the core,
I swear you'll hate what you see.

I see through that deathly daze of yours.
I see the opportunity,
The regret, the heartache, the gratefulness.

You told me that you weren't sure,
If you are happy you get another chance,
Or sorrow-filled because it isn't over.

Those words broke my heart.
So I left this whitewashed room,
Of demonic devices,
And went to my car.

I wasn't sure what I was doing,
So I sparked this cigarette,
Put it to my lips,
And let everything go.

I looked crazy, I could tell.
Punching my steering wheel,
Crying like you were in a meeting,
With the coroner.

I opened my glove box,
Saw my antidote,
And swallowed.

I dried my sorrows,
Picked up my hope,
Locked my insanity in my car,
And slapped this smile back upon my face.

I couldn't let you see me like this.
I couldn't let you see how upset I am,
Not with you, but with your decision.
You have enough on your mind.

I return back to Hope's deathbed,
Give her a smile to assure her I am fine,
And crawl into the bed next to her.

Back to reality, I sink.
Only to be stolen from sobriety.
It's easier this way.
I feel nothing.
I'm numb.

Numb as usual.
But this time, body matches soul.
And not another tear shall be shed,
For the worst is over...

And for us all,
Recovery commences.

Once you're gone,
I have trouble,
Finding comfort,
In drowsiness.
I see only red and orange.
Yet when you're here,
I see only red and orange.
Yet, completely different hues.
So how can the same colors,
Meet at polar opposites?
An impossible feat,
Yet accomplished so effortlessly.

Reflection.
In what does this action possess?
In a woman,
A man must reflect.

Every action committed,
In a woman,
A man's must be requited.
In order to succeed.

For a woman wants a man,
And a man wants a woman,
She draws truth from his hands,
And lies from his stomach.

For a woman's actions,
A man must reflect,
In order for the man,
To gain some respect.

Chivalry isn't dead,
And to him,
He feels he must resurrect,
The art, for it was hers from the start.

So I'm a "fly" white guy,
with "Jet" black tendencies,
Try to be a nice guy,
But somehow end up the enemy.
I'll treat you like a princess,
But I'm a fort,
You can't get into me.

It makes no sense to me.

How did this knight in shining armor,
Get slain by the dragon?
So once upon a time,
I was a hero,
Now I'm a has-been.
Last in the castle for I belong with the Pagans,
Slaying distressed damsels,
Giving hell to the angels
With strangers wrapped in mangers,
Destined for greatness.
Trapped within this labyrinth of my cranium.

But when it comes to blame,
My pigmentation begins to change,
But this time it's not my shame.
'Cause you play the same game
That the dames did before you.
You're no different.
You're not worth a fortune.
Fortunately, you revealed your horns for me.
It's torturing how for me it ended horribly,
and you moved on to the same dude you ******* before me.

Love's supposed to be patient,
Love's supposed to be kind,
Instead it's a battlefield
Filled with landmines.

You say it's false,
that nice guys finish last?
Well clarify why I'm starin',
At taillights from my past.
They say when you have everything,
You give nothing back.
So I guess that explains
Why your feelings for me lack.
You're like "You're a white guy,
That tends to be black.
Well how in the hell
Can I get used to that?"
That's *******.
You're afraid of commitment.
That's why you had to end it,
Before it could begin with.
You're a cynical, sinister,
Hypocritical minister,
Angelic sinner sent to incriminate innocence.
Evil's equivalent,
Yet as sweet as carcinogens.
If heartbreak were a game,
Girl, you would be winnin' it.
If my soul were a food,
You would've finished it.
I had a confident conscience,
but girl you diminished it.
Listen kid,
I get you're immature and ****,
But don't go and slander my name
When you used to worship it.

Love's supposed to be patient,
Love's supposed to be kind,
Instead it's a battlefield
Filled with landmines.

I'm cupid wounded,
'Cause this love was misconstrued.
You stabbed an arrow through my heart,
I still can't remove it.
Love is small,
yet we all fall into it.
It shouldn't be a game,
Yet somehow I end up losin'.
And now I'm faded,
And it seems the scars are fadin'.
The time we spent in love,
Is replaced with this hatred.
Angels turn to pagans,
and these sins become sanctioned,
I've got demons on my shoulders,
The lips of Hades at my tragus.

I sit watching the clock.
Restless. 30 hours. No sleep.
I cannot go back to that place.
I cannot let my mind take over.
I cannot let my subconscious,
Reignite itself and blaze,
The images back into my head.
I cannot venture into my own mind.
So I stay awake for as long as possible.
Because I fear sleep.
I fear the nightmares.

Ha. Your doubts amuse me.
And your accusations are entertaining.
To leave you is as much death to me,
As it is to you.

I feel no obligations,
Except for that of fulfilling my duty,
As your partner.
That's what we are, right? Partners?

You are my better half.
I see in you,
All that I've failed to achieve.
All that I've failed to become.

I lie not when I tell you,
Your love is reciprocated.
I lie only in wait,
For you to realize all that I am.

...Or all that I'm not.

I know the pain of unrequited love.
And also of losing one I loved.
But this is not the same.
This is requited and real.

Doubt us not.
For my intentions are not pure,
But good-hearted.
And I intend to be here for a long, long time.

I've felt what it is like without you,
I've been forced to imagine if you were gone.
And I could not bear it.
So why would I bring it upon myself?

I took that vow when I spoke those 3 words.
Not as an obligation,
But as a privilege.
And that is a vow I plan to keep.

You're a part of me now.
The best part.
I need you,
Much more than you need me.

I've seen your faith quiver,
In many things.
But I do not, will not,
Be one of those things.

Have faith in me.
Have faith in us.
For I love you,
And you love me.

What else could we possibly need?