You have no idea what it does to me
When you call my name.
When you look my way
When you put that smile
On your face.

You have no idea.
Have no idea.
No idea.
What you do.

Angry swirls
Of blacks,
Dark clouds
Rolling in.
Swept by
Desperate hands.
Claw marks
On the canvas.
Kissed by
Gentle strokes
Of soft pink
The promise
Of a sweet sunrise
Breaking through
The clouds.
This is my
Painting of love.

I used to pride myself
On being able
To bounce back from anything
But with this
All there is
Is a sickening thud.

Without inexplicable chaos
true love would never
have a chance

My confession
I'm a wretch
A miserable
Broken soul
Stained black in sin
I am shattered

But I am reborn
Scarred, yes
But reborn
Cleansed in fire
Washed
Clean
Pure crimson

I will dive
Deeper
Swallowed whole by the sea
The purifying surf
I will never surface
Yet I will never drown

I The Wicked Son
Drenched in Saving Scarlet

twelve a.m.
no moon in sight
we stare into a dark void
of neverending world
holding hands on the wood floor
as the waves crash upon the shore
words pour out your mouth
not a thing is understood
yet every word is soothing;
I can not speak
my breathe is taken away
by the beauty of the
dark ocean
and the comfort of your hand
which fits perfectly in mine

Hearts are fickle
Minds are unstable
Words becomes lies
There's no truth in their eyes

Words unspoken
Hearts got broken
A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain
A life not wasted in vain.