Dark whisperer, uninvited
You have come
To know my heart
To ******* lips
To claim my soul
As a traitor to the sun
I turn and desert the world
All I’ve ever known
Comforted by the sound
Of a silent beat
The rhythm of eternity
Pacifying uncertainty
As we walk a nameless path
That none have ventured
To fathom

sweeping lullaby with misty eyes
broken, she sings to a sleeping soul
curled in a blanket claimed by lies
she whispers lovers her timeless toll

madness feasts on weary trust
begging hearts to intertwine
his infernal shapes turn men to dust
luring them to forfeit time

hold tight the rope to Heaven’s gate
as it sways in a gust of deceitful mirth
expelled by a hardhearted Fate
by the enemy’s hands, judge not your worth

Oh, birth
Oh, breath
Oh, life

The mother of his mother
She gave the world a beauty
A heart too filled with passion
To hold as dreams unmoving

Oh, song
Oh, voice
Oh, rhythm

The beat, once steady, shifted
And became for them a melody
Far sweeter than the slumber
They drank so thoughtlessly

Phoenix.
Listen well, she said
I will not be bound
By repetition
By morning, noon, and night
With the stars
I wander
In and out of sight
There is magic
In the madness
That only children claim
It has deserted the faithless
The aged
They are searching
For nothing
Wary of this game
I saw it as I stood
On the edge of a changing wind
Before the creases of life had kissed me
Before I’d come to know of sin
Fear is what propels you
While I’ve lived only by my heart
And when its beats have provided
One
Last
Breath
I will rest in a world united
By the acknowledgement
Of death

leave your paper mistress
take off your star-struck eyes
behold the truth of an unmasked soul
that has for so long been disguised

your vision was altered to distort the fire
your wings were clipped before the turn
and from the ground you embrace the flame
caressing the heat while ignoring the burn

they say Light is but a legend
a place where men are free
but child, you won't get there

you can't reach what you can't see

They swore I’d be that girl
The pitiable dissenter, to whom
You would not dare confide your thoughts
Or allow one moment of your time

But I’ll leave a shadow in your heedless heart
A place I once called home
Where destiny was wrongly scribed
And cruelty ceaselessly presides    

On the dusty mantle, now shall sit
In this pale and vacant room
The portrait of a son, a life
Bartered for your vain delights

Enjoy the silence.