Wars are fought for every second.
Lip to lip
Tension and discretion.
Love left bleeding by Desperation.
Watching the reds run till He owns nothing at all.

Battles inside for slightest control,
Eye to eye,
Reflection and dejection.
Happiness marred by Admiration,
Driven to **** what once He craved

Sexuality vibrant and clear in target,
Hip to Hip,
Incandescent and Evervescent.
Innocent slaughtered by Virility.
Forsaken by drink and every instinct.

Concepts that are ancient in our art,
Warp waither and die.
Murdered by those it creates.
So much of what we once held high,
In our values we let crumble and die.

Misguided by my own heart,
I am led astray by ideas and goals I cannot reach.
Out of my nature I cannot achieve anything I desire.
Walking a path deigned for a greater man,
I cannot fill the shoes I covet.

I am less than I pretend to be,
Built up in a falicy of moral ideals and dreams,
like a demon sporting the wings of an Angel,
abhorent and rejected by all I aspire to be.
Why can I not be relinquished from my own chains?

Feeling dishonest in my own skin,
Who I am is not who I should be.
Living as half a man with half a heart,
living with the scars of what was taken,
left with the feelings I cannot comprehend.

If I could but Vacate this body,
And let him wake in my place,
I would feel like my existance has been for a purpose.
Instead of without meaning or direction.
I ask you, what is half a man for?

You told yourself you have felt love,
But all you did was hide from the sharp edges.
In sickness you clogged the pain with impassioned kisses,
But it doesn’t erase the grey crawling across your skin.

I can’t kiss away the aging and dying,
This isn’t a fairytale my lips cannot wake you.
Tear stained and wounded pouring out every invocation,
To make your words turn true,
To bring your heart to a redder hue,
Wishing above all else my heart can accept the truth.

You live in monotone that is ever darker,
I live in colour but only when I’m lying with you.
The light is out,
The candle snuffed.
Never to wake to your kiss again.

Life lived in silvers and greys,
Nothing as vivid as a black or white.
Echoes in empty hallways,
Whispers from an empty bed.

Long ago you said you loved me,
But I was too lost to hear you.
Unable to accept that a man had said it.
Take back all the time I wasted.

In a disconnected minute I see you again,
Take my hand and hold it to your cheek.
Daring myself to take that step,
Open my eyes and see you for the first time.

Fires burn from deep inside,
Catching on browns from Iris and crown.
Slowly your lips move closer,
Then colour erupts from all around.

Soft and smooth and pressure lasting,
Inhaling scent and heat with every lip parting.
Woken to who I am meant to be,
By love and the first kiss a man ever gave me.

Pulling the needle deeper into greyed flesh,
I hate what you have woken.
Fighting against unseen restraints,
This hunger, this need that tears me asunder.

You gave me two blank boxes and asked me to pick,
To somehow know what they would do to me.
I wish I could shut my eyes and forget,
The hands that have cursed me to feel.

You took the very part of me that could save me in payment,
And burned it infront of my eyes.
The last pieces of Ice I held melted,
Now weak and warmed to pain I cannot cope with what has been given.

Plunge me deep into ice cold water,
Shock me repeatedly so agony fills the void.
Give me back my ignorance,
Take back my soul,
I wish to return to being less than a man,
a broken remnant of one who was once whole.

There is coldness out here that I thought only I feel,
Like looking at a fire through four panes of glass.
Coldness is simply all thats here,
Open your eyes and every smile you see builds the chill.

For years the ice just grew further and further up my fingers and toes.
Till nothing could pierce the numbness.
Until one day with snow to my knees,
I heard a voice behind me and I looked through the white.

A Silhouette called me from a far,
Hands held up growing weaker in the dying light.
I raise my hands to call you to me,
But my hands and feet are dead as ice.

I see you fall and can't contain it,
My fire grows wild and explodes within me.
Broken glass and tearing muscles.
Roaring with flame I walk toward you.

Begging my feet to move faster,
Feel the blood flowing through ancient limbs.
The emptiness dying with eager purpose,
I find you weak and half asleep.

I take you in my arms and warm you to your soul,
Breath my fire into you,
Look into my eyes and see me for what I am,
The other half of you,
No longer lost to you,
Forever here to catch you.

The Darkness always whisper so sweetly,
Wiping away those tears caused by another lost love.
"How many times have I taken your refuge?"
"Every time love bites back and bruises"

Testing devotion Darkness swirls,
Till in its eyes I see his eyes.
Pulling my mind to full attention,
I caress his face and stare completely lost.

"Why did you hurt me?"
Darkness' eyes pool with tears,
"All I know is what you have shown me"
"Do I deserve to be alone?"

Darkness rolls and thunders loud
"Do I deserve to be alone?
I lack the love you want and need,
for all you do is in my cover feed,
I cannot create from what I do not hold,
And you mortal have left yourself unloved and old,
you cannot ask for what you cannot give,
you cannot love if you cannot live."

Being so removed from what you made me,
Time moves so slowly.
Not quite grasping the truth of anything.
Each breath catching like a barb,
Pulling a little bit more of my soul with each Labour.

Around me the air is thick,
Bogged with imagined snow.
Freezing those that see me to the spot,
Captured in the void with me unable to flee.

You appear to me in my madness.
“Hush my wounded prince,
May my lips grant you clarity”
Stunned silence and unbidden tears.

I deny you,
You died an eon ago.
Unbound from your shell.
You dance on the cracks of my broken mind.