When you picture your paradise
what do you see?
A guy with a pen and a pad 'neath a tree?
or perhaps there are footprints
marked in the sand
tracing pathways of lovers
who walked hand in hand
Or maybe just maybe
there are sparks in the sky
from the bonfire beside which
we sleep you and I
When you picture your paradise
what do you see
for when I picture mine
I see just you and me

Lying beside one another in bed,
Filling up voids in our half-empty heads,
After the monster in our fragile hearts had said,
“You will thrive,
While the king lays down dead.”

Throwing stones into a polluted lake,
One of us smiles, while the other one fakes,
After we’ve beaten ourselves up for our petty mistakes,
Our tears are numb,
While our heads ache.

Falling asleep in one another’s arms,
I will lie restless, awake and alarmed,
But I will be shaking and breathing unharmed,
And you will be safe here,
Sleeping and charmed.

Talking about roses and their withering death,
I’ve realized how much my words lack in depth.
I get lost in your words and my idle regrets,
And you go on speaking,
Wasting your breath.

~Cassius Lee.

I normally feel blue, but all I can see is red.
The anger you provoke still churning in my head.
Mixing with feelings of anger and woe.
From the change of roles from friend to foe.

Your words were laced with lies, hidden behind a smile.
By the time I figured it out, I was just another in the pile.
Just another notch in your well worn belt.
Left to reform my heart from when you made it melt.

I decided that it was time for you to be done.
So I went to my friend and he gave me a gun.
I loaded it with vengeance, pulled the trigger, and boom.
Little did I know it would bring me to my doom.

The discharge from the recoil blew me away.
And from the hole in your chest, neither of us could stay.
It turns out you had a heart after all.
It's a pity that a bullet was your swan song.