The Poet's Pen
His written smitten heart filled words for her scrawled on his page. Letters the poet's pen sent with his love in calligraphy. A reaching writhing riddle written riding richly in his heart.
Years he spent, letters leaving loosely lovingly living from his left hand. But Broken, beaten belittled by brash brazen years of being ignored the poet set down his pen. Lighting lamps longing listless in his eyes. He found parchment from the woman. The poet peered persistently at penned parchment. Three words wrote, "I love you" the poet picked his pen packing it planning to pick her up. His heart called out as he hit the hard cobblestone.  Too late careless carriage cringing as cracking bones brought busy bumbling beasts to a halt. Blood red ink was swallowed by the poets pen. A love lost. Words now soiled sweet sugar snow. Terrible treacherous tears. Life lastly lastly lost.

Lonely in this Strife,
Can any one hear me?
No, they let me be,
Lonely is a word that haunts my mind,
This rope it holds my throat in a bind,
Kick the chair, fall to see,
I was never meant to be,
As in life, so in death,
Lonely till I'm out of breath

Where I Lay My Head.
Oh bed oh bed where I lay my head,
How many tears have I shed, how much blood have I bled?
If I wake to the morn,
It makes me wish I was never born,
Yet if I die before I wake there is no one my soul to take,
Oh bed oh bed,  where I lay my head,
How many monsters do I dread,
Why does my heart feel of lead?
Those monsters in my head, my heart that feels like lead,
They'll go away when I said,
"Take me oh please no more"  
When that pill bottle hits the floor,
It's empty don't you see?
It is hollow just like me.
Oh bed oh bed where I lay my head,
Oh bed oh bed, where I lie dead

Hold on my Heart
My defenses fell, my eyes did swell,
Tears of Joy first fell from my face, something like this had never taken place,
The hold on my heart you have is tight yet gentle enough for a tender embrace,  
Hold on my heart, be it so firm and soft,
It is something that kept me aloft,
Yet our beautiful art was doomed from the start,
When I let you hold my heart,
Even though I did my very best,
You tore my heart straight from my chest,
As I lay bleeding on the floor you whisper to me,
"Nevermore"

Day and Night.
We are one in the same but two different beings.
I wish I could understand yet I'm not seeing
Broken and torn by fate,
I grew to love the day and the night I could hate,
Your light gave me hope and  sweet bliss,
When you came and gave the Night your kiss,
For I am the Night and you are day,
I shed my tears when you flew away,
I always thought it would be our way,
But when our love seemed to turn to dusk,
I was left a hollow husk,
I hope that not all love is gone,
Because I hope to kiss you when we meet at dawn

You can't see me, you can't love me or break me.
My face my fake essence and the fake smile I show you is not me.
What is me? Broken? Afraid? Am i to believe a God is there to make me happy? No God, no Angels, No Heaven. Shadows and darkness is what makes up this world.
My Mask hides mine, My mask is me.
You can't see me, you can't see me.
(Laughs and giggles)

They say love and happiness goes hand in hand. I've never seen anything yet, so grand. All wrong is a blissful love.

There is no such thing as love without tears. I tried without but it had shaken loose all my greatest fears. A broken heart from the start, darkness hurting my soul and mind.

My heart and Sorrow walk hand in hand, land to distant land. They meet they smile and all the while.....wish death would come for both.