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Cloak of invisibility...
Render me unseen.
As I tremble with the fury of
a thousand downfalls
and untimely disappointments.
Let the complacent eye
merely skim the surface of my masquerade...
Without learning of what seethes underneath.

Cloak of invincibility...
Render me impervious...
To the callous digits that know only to point.
To the disastrous effect of heated words.
To the unforgiving nature of
my wayward thoughts and emotions.
Grant me strength and resilience
through hardened skin that promises not,
of betrayal.

Cloak of infallibility...
Render me trustworthy and honest.
So that I can rest with the knowledge
that what I feel is true...
What I feel is me.
That this isn't the result of the faint murmur
of errant gossip...
But instead the genuine exchanges
between the heart and mind.

Cloak of myth...
Render me a believer.
Aid me in finding my footing
in the blasted dark.
For...
I have been siphoned dry,
during these unsure times
that have drawn much...
Too much.

.

Choking

Words
Stuck on my throat

Words
Left unsaid


**It's killing me

Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole

I sleep in the foreboding dark,
haunted by your unrelenting mark;
and I figure I always will be -
until death do us part, I believe.

The damage you caused is embroidered on my skin like a tattoo;
a permanent reminder of the torture you put me through.
Yet the hundreds of jagged scars and bruises on my skin
are no match for the lacerations on my soul within.

You led me to begin this war with my very own mind;
now all I can see is death and destruction - to happiness I am blind.
So sharp blades came to breathe upon my statuesque wrists
and crimson rivers run across them in coagulant twists.

There are so many times where I cannot think or shed tears
and I simply want to sleep for a thousand years -
or not exist at all; just to stop the pain.

I want it all to stop spinning again.

Only I do drift, touch, dissolve
in the lap of my moments;
I carry love to be eternal
in the abyss of lonely nights in the end.

When they break our window glass
and the shards fall
in silence
turning into the sounds of broken

When you see the fire lanterns
and the great great flames
To all the curses thrown into
your lap

Don't just sit and watch
Your tears roll down
in the shards of
a scattered heart

Stand up now
Throw them back
The shadows fade away
in the air

You can never be crushed
Pull the sky
into your heart
and fight back...

Shams :)