I desire to be strong
But I am merely a blade of grass
Bent and broken by the rain

There once was a little princess who loved a little knight
She thought him strong and handsome; a dashingly good sight
He did his best to love her and she thought it so sincere
Her gentleness coaxed him open, revealing a great fear
He was the victim of a witch; so wicked and so cruel
He never shared his struggle though, else he be labeled “fool”
True it was he subjected himself to her twisted delight
Nothing but a sad weak man; he rarely put up much a fight
The princess had wondered about his strange departs
“Where would he go and what is this, a distance in our hearts?”
He was to scared; as always was the case of the poor man
He thought he could defeat the witch, a pathetic little plan
“Or maybe” he started off as he would sit and ponder
“In to the forest I will go but only for a wander!
“For I can parade nearby her place and still avoid her spell!”
It never worked, it never would, he suffered just as well
The princess knew of the witch with which the poor knight struggled on
But she had not the faintest clue of the duration how tragically far gone
She sat and wept, and he wept too, he was not fond of his sin
For it was torment, wretched pain, and still he let it in

The wind's a haunting whisper
On this foul cold day
Oh! the visions of her
****** by the way

A cry mingles with the wind
The cry is my own by the sea I weep
The water is tempting; drawing me
Should I join my love in the ocean deep?
My vision is blurry—my thinking is worse
That’s when, or so I thought, I began to see
A reflection; no a shadow, no it was her!
She was silent and steady, and right beside me
Her bare feet, her loving gaze
I look up and see such a dark smile
Almost sickening, but beckoning me closer
I am trapped; here I stay trapped by her vile
“You were dead” my mind screams
Now victim to such a haunting specter
How much better off if she truly were
My thoughts set my body a-stir
Slowly I rise to my feet, tears streaming my face
Pulled to her; my head screaming objection
My heart is tearing my chest at a frightening pace
“It cannot be” my thoughts argue
And slowly I begin to listen; stopping inches from her form
“She’s dead and gone; this is but such folly”
Now I listened as my sense continued to warn
I must know though, and so I inquire
The softest of whispers, “But you were meant to be gone”
“My sweet love, but I’m here now, follow me”
The temptation, the seduction, of this midnight dawn
And if I could resist until morn; for this is not the first time
She has shown herself, and beckoned me out to sea
But her gentle voice, her lovely hand
I am overwhelmed; this cannot, I must not be!
Overcome by such wicked thoughts in my head
Is it her, or is it really me?
If so I despise such a fiend for her distractions
But what if it’s only me…
Wading out, to my ankles, to my knees
The crashing waves surrounding me
The moonlit waters, the twinkling stars
I know this story; I won’t wander far
This isn’t the first time
But it won’t be the last
My feet march on
And soon I am gone

Are the monsters without
Or the monsters within?
MY head is polluted with sin
Indeed not only is my own
But it is the sole for which I claim
Responsibility; am I even sane?
So if everyone outside is to me,
Why therefore am I not too?
A monster to everyone’s view
Are the zombies them or am I
Festering feuding tearing at the walls of my head
Wanting food, craving blood, needing to be fed

Anything, love, you want to devour,
As we take this hot, hot shower...?

It’s all dark
Why is this so terrifying?
Isn’t this how it used to be every day?
Shouldn’t I feel right at home?
The darkness everywhere
A pale light coming from nowhere
It doesn’t mean anything though
It only serves to torment me
Showing me I’m lost
And can’t get out
My Labyrinth
My home
Is everything quiet and still,
Or tumultuous and loud?
I made it years without scars
Years without severe wounds
Or at least
As far as you can see
You’ll never get inside me though
I don’t let anyone in
Cause I don’t want you lost like I
I’ll be fine
It won’t take long for me to readjust
This is how it used to be
This is home
Isn’t it?