Conquered, achieved.
Never, will not, believe,
Forever, always, decieved.
Waiting to be freed,
When I am.

I love the darkness,
I hate the cold.
There's nothing left,
For me to hold.
All your love,
You took it back.
And now I face,
The artic blasts,
Of loneliness.
Without the hope of basking,
In your smile.
I guess she'll have you...
For a while.

Your back has little nitches,
With walking fingers I count the inches.
If I could I'd trace you,
With more than just my hands.
Your eyes have milky silver bands,
Do they lead to other lands?
Or do they lead to you?
Will you stay so long with me,
That you're not thought as new?
I can only hope you do.

"There's a demon at my window!"
I, when six, did say.
"There's a monster by my bed!"
I'd scream and cry away.
"I need a lighs to scare,
The goblins from my hair!
I want my teddy bear,
Right up by my face,
So they won't want to come,
And dance around this place!
I'll plug my ears so I won't hear,
Them laughing, chanting, in my ear!"
My mother, quite contained,
Knew what would give me peace,
But none of what I asked she gave.
She handed me a tiny cross,
And told me to be brave.
"When tiny minds can have no rest,
From all the goblins that give stress,
I ask the Lord, my little one, to bless."
And when she left me I did find,
No more I heard their devilish whine.
They no more climbed my walls,
Or chased each other through the halls.
They must have gone and sang their song,
By some other child's bed.

My heart is the can,
That people stop to kick,
It also is the killer,
With a mind so sick.
My heart is the dog,
That people slap and beat,
It also is the flower,
Shriveled in the heat.
My heart is the thing,
No one wants around,
The nasty little cockroach,
Crushed upon the ground.
If you had seen me fling,
This thing, still beating,
At your feet,
You would have let it lie,
To ***** in the street.

Cracked lips,
Parched tongue,
Love long lost.
Face it,
No oasis,
In my desert heart.

You haunt me,
Torture me,
Warm me, sometimes,
You keep me sane,
Or maybe not...
You bring things up,
That make me wince,
And all the pleasent things,
You make unclear.
You might be my friend today,
You might betray me tomorrow.
And as we walk,
Hand in hand,
My head is bent,
In deepest sorrow.