If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

Let us blow away
Gently, With the falling leaves
Autumn's fire alive

She closed the eyes of a serpent
After she kissed it's venom
She's nobody's working servant
She'll be running her own kingdom
Take her hand and you'll be begging
For your grip to come undone
Read these words until the ending
You'll see the wrongs of my son

She took away the voice I once knew
And kissed the lips on her that were true
She broke another window here
I'm losing faith in my fear

With every breath that she takes
I'll be lying here awake
Until I see that door open
Oh mother keep it closed
With every breath that she takes
I'll be lying here awake
Until I see that door open
Oh mother keep it closed

She walks with my heartbeat
She makes my mind retreat
She's not another voice
She has my mind in two
I don't have another choice
Im finally breaking through 

I work around the village
As I break another soul
She waits for me to pillage
I'm nothing but her troll

Staying at an inn
where prostitutes are also sleeping--
    bush clover and the moon.

Black skirts and black blouses,
Black slacks and black jackets.
One hundred black bruised hearts.

Black faces and phrases;
“I’m sorry for your loss”s and “If I can do anything…”s.
I’m burning up and down,
Dying to run from this place like a tiger escaping his stripes.

Anger spills over,
Punches are thrown like whipped cream pies into a clowns face,
Fists fly, crows on great gusts of pain,
Noses bleed and suddenly

                      I am home.

Sliding on the ***** of death
up to see her,
knowing she would be ashamedly proud.
Watching for effervescent soda bubbles,
thinking this a terrible,
terrible April fool’s trick
only to be greeted by her ashen smile
inside a tiny                  
              wooden
                    box.

Laying here alone
upon a bed
of unread poetry...

inkstained fingers
smudge my eyes
and
taint my lips.

I scream in exclamation marks!

If only one line
one word
could describe my need
of you
would I even know it...

want...no

desire...not even close

Forever...forever tastes right upon my tongue

if only
if only

If only that one word could be ours

would I write no more.