I look to the left,
Glance to the right.
Wherefore shall the river take me?

For within this boat
I hold n'er a paddle
Afraid to be carried out to sea.

I pray to the father,
Feel the arms of the Son.
My pain is lesser than what it should be.

I know He knows well
What the destiny may be
But I pray I have a say for what I may see.

So shall I be rescued?
Or remain here in current
Until I'm lead out to the open sea?

They're all afraid
To speak of the unspeakable.
Afraid to approach,
Or do they really not know it?

Others make discovery,
And send their condolences off.
They bake cupcakes,
And ice the cakes.

Their past shows a similar knot,
When we look at the ropes
Of our lives.

Light sheds that in time two ropes,
Were tied together twisting freely.
A fortunate some, the fibers make one.
The rest, the knots were false, loose...
Giving way at unexpected tugs.

My mind travels over oceans...

Her hand is never there anymore,
There's nothing to keep my balance.
No more a sweet embrace.
No more taste of beautiful lips.

For now all that exists is a one-way street.
I will come but she will not.
And I wonder...

Oh Lord, what is the future?
My humanity desires to see into your looking glass.
While your glass is true,
I am a mere child in your eyes.
Simply crying of my wishes.

I remember... those days when we were happy with other.

The days I would pick you up and spin you around,
The nights I would walk with you to wherever;
The first kiss that took both of our breaths away.

The days when you were the happiest woman on Earth
We were in deep love with each other.

But what happened, o blur, what did you do?
Will this well of tears not dry up?
For my love for you is still so very strong.
But alas, it has no outlet anymore.
How great is the pain, the pressure of this,
What happened to ruin our happiness?
Where did things truly start to go wrong?

My heart is bleeding, for I am alone again...
So, very, alone.

Oh Lord, what discipline have you wrought?
Will you not comfort me anymore?
Do you not hear my despairing cries?
Every prayer I give to you only ends in sobbing.
Father I am impatient and in pain.

Can you not touch my feelings?
Can you not heal the wounds?
Can you not remove the salt from them?

For now, I have no more questions, nothing more to ponder...
All I can do now, is wait for my heart
To stop bleeding.

To finish pouring out the excess love that fits nowhere.

For my eyes shall not beget another tear.
Whilst I twirl my thumbs I reside not on fear.
Now, oh what pain you invoke unto my heart?
It even bleeds for you, though we last apart.

This feeling, reminiscent, I know too well.
You see, the last keeper of the key could tell,
That whilst she held the key, so did my heart pain.
A vicious cycle, regretful to no gain.

I foresee the sounds of lips and tongues proceed,
In dismay, relation limits shall exceed.
The strain of breaking fibers shall hurt us all,
So many a ****** fist will pound the wall.

So though you may still hold the key to my heart,
The locks have been switched to nullify your part.
I will remain cold and distant 'til the day,
When once more, I bestow my new key away.

Curled in a ball,
In the corner of the couch.
Waiting for fingers
To run through my hair again.

So here you are
We stand here on these rises.
The rises, have no support but float
They float of the oceans of emotions.
There Crystal clear water
Yet we're here, surrounded by darkness.

For your light cannot stand up to my heart.
For your light begets the vile of my heart.
For your light cannot mend the divide in my heart.

I position my knife
And open my chest
I reach between ribs
And pull out my heart.

My face is downcast,
The pain of my body
Is only an echo
Of the stories told
By the scars on my heart.

Do you see my heart?
Do you need to come closer?
Do you see its redness,
Its fervor for God?
Do you see its greenness,
Its loneliness of man?
Do you see its blackness,
The grudge against you?

Can you feel its darkness?
Its hatred towards you?
Yet I pull it out, in fear that,
If consumed by my darkness
I may not see my heart...
Anymore.

The noise surrounding misbehaves;
The presence of devotion.
Covenants made until the graves,
Or some heart's first emotion.

The adorned comforts in delight,
She is curled up yet open;
Clingy with ladybug wings bright
And the actions soft-spoken.

Deep within a chamber of blood
This pinprick of loneliness,
Pulsing with an empty deep thud;
Wishing the same - to caress.