i have no love for those that condemn,
i have nowt but sympathy for those that turn to the unseen.
Faith is but a little girl,
daughter of most beautiful hope.

Her father is corruption,
who embraces her in the shadows.
Her mother is lost in night,
too weak to find her and to fight.
to give her truth,
and give her meaning,
to send the lies of her father fleeing.

So hold tight daughter of the night,
i alone am witness to your plight,
and will hold your hand in Corruptions blight.
untill sweet hope comes into sight.

Am I losing myself to this crazed depression, every day I wake feeling more and more lifeless, the clock is on its thirteenth hour and what should have died and turned to dust is existing in constant purgatory, a heart that no longer is  capable of loving but still feels that emptiness, observes from behind thick glass screaming at a person who is incapable of listening.

This strange man I see infront of me, I have no attachment to, will anyone listen if he cried. Would anyone help if he crumbled infront of them, his every grain of emotion flooding onto empty ears and hearts, no sympathy or love is there for him. We're begging you please, take notice, and let us free from this purgatory.

Splattered like my fractured heart,
Upon the sky like sensual art.
Blood red and dazzling with sequins.
Her dress drags out my desire,
Her lips smoulder the inner hate filled fire.

The sun is her bloodstain,
Drawing from the blues that wane
Her body was her rapture.
In this dirtiest of endeavours,
My pain weathers.

Even in your death people see only you.
Which is a gift to those that hate you.
For your death is easier to cover,
If no one suspects the lover.

Lost in limitless embrace,
Of sensual tight hugging lace.
Hands moving with passionate pace,
Until pleasure spreads across a beautiful face.

The Rhythmic motion,
Of a goddesses emotion.
Evident through the entwined feet,
That lock and spin beneath the crumpled sheet .

Pull me closer and love me harder!
She shouts out as the song gets faster.
Till what with one exhalation,
She looks at him with admiration.
Then sleep soundly in their consummation.

The kisses of steel cannot compare to the kisses of my lips, they both dance on your bodies curves and dips. The crimson passion that falls sublime, all across the polished pine, whispers to me from across the void. Bathing in your agony as my blade kissed deeper and deeper, I wonder at your hearts last flitter, would it beat quicker if he was with my sister? But such thought are late and drive me straight towards my hate.
Next the ***** that stole my love, my fathers sweet white pretty Dove. Alison of the bright blonde hair,  left blood trailing up the maple stairs. Come here my sister who is so sweet, who is fleeing now without her feet. Die in your lovers sheets that form in mangled disgusting heaps! Slash and cut, scream and sheen as blood flies slowly as if from dreams.

i hate it when you brush your hair,
in nothing but your underwear!
howd you get a **** like that?
that all the boys just want to pat!
your a ******* and a ****** ***,
the kind i really just want to hit!
but equally i just want your kiss,
and the taste of oh such sublime bliss!

Your looking at an empty shell,
One that has endured a twisted hell.
Rouse me with a single kiss,
And remind me of that sumptuous bliss.

Listen to the song of my lament,
The notes sing of a hearts tortured repent,
With each step I flake into the air
As my eyes deceive tears with a fixed piercing stare.

There was someone in here,
That held me when I shed a tear.
He left my heart to die,
And my soul no longer tries.

The ones we look for are not the ones we dream of.
The ones we run to are the ones that never desert us.
The ones passions burn for are not the beautiful.
The ones you never miss because they never leave hold a secret flame and branch of our hearts that burn eternally within us.

I speak of the love we have overlooked, the one you have known and cherished but never freed.
My dreams linger on your lips,
My passions upon your fingertips,
My love falters as my patience slips..

That person who holds you in such tension,
His affections show through unintention.
You lie alone and weep in desolation
As they gaze upon you with such lamentation.