A friend that bleeds is a friend indeed,
perhaps I've gotten that saying wrong,
but we'll both laugh anyway;
It amuses us, throughout the day.

For they say the dead don't drip red,
the only way out is to cut off their head,
well, that wouldn't be very nice,
now would it?

Smirks and grins, twisted laughter,
surrounds the energy of insanity.
some could call a comfort zone;
We call it home sweetest home.

Sparks of mischief in your eyes,
quite mimic my own;
Intelligent life, recognized,
we know we're not alone.

Laughter, contagious,
jokes, outrageous,
smiles, sweet as can be;
With a little bit of devious flavor,
it all goes along well,
these little things noticed;
By only you and me.

The day you left felt cold,
as if my coat and gloves left me,
in the midst of a blizzard;
I froze to death.
Though was it really me that died,
or a part of me that loved you,
none can say for sure,
I lost my memory;
Destined to wander alone in the tundra.

The day you left was dark,
as if my sun had not faded from the sky,
but disappeared entirely;
I went blind.
Though was I blinded by lack of light,
or did I just not want to see,
I went into denial;
Allowing the darkness to consume my eyes.

The day you left seemed hollow,
as if the vivid colors of my life had vanished,
erased like pencil from paper;
I faded along with them.
Though most would argue that I still live,
I am nothing but an empty shell of myself,
I became a ghost;
Hoping that in doing so, I would see you again.

Alone in a room of shadows with a bright screen,
my invisible tail twitches in devious interest,
the blackened veil covers my eyes;
There shall be no more light to see tonight.

Claws elongate, tapping rhythmically on a wooden base,
a devil's grin spreading far and wide on my face,
the evil mist of my mind spreading throughout my frail body;
It's not a headache when controlled.

A serpent's tongue licks a fang,
sensing every little creature of prey around,
a hissing chuckle evaporating into the air;
A different nature has demanded dominance.

Strong hands wrap around a tensing throat,
squeezing and releasing with every pitiful patter of a heartbeat,
teasing the poor victim with promises of death and salvation both;
Who dared awaken this beast?

A tear drips onto a memory book,
oh how I wish I could return to the past,
fix every thing I know I messed up,
mend shredded wounds before they occur,
prevent disasters I should have seen coming.

None of that is important now,
my own faults behind me;
It's the good times I want to return to,
just to be there in those happy feelings again,
the times before the dark clouds settled and bred.

Back when mommy was always happy and funny,
beaming while singing Michael Jackson,
her pretty red hair usually in a bun,
reading in crazy voices to my sister and I,
always singing "You Are My Sunshine" before I slept.

Back when daddy still loved mommy,
while smiling and mowing the lawn,
letting me help him plant flowers in our garden,
his eyes I inherited shining when we laughed,
always helping me with the hard stuff like rounding numbers.

Back when my sister thought life was fantastic,
a grin forever engraved on her baby doll face,
playing dolls, fairies, princesses, ball,
leaping around the so-tall flowers,
eternally a child of youth and joy.

I could have been a better child,
could have kept everyone together,
could have prevented all of this disaster,
could have seen what I was doing to them all;
Now it's far too late.

Now mommy and I are always fighting,
stalking to our separate corners of the house,
she dyed her hair blonde, wears too much makeup,
we don't sing much anymore, or talk, or laugh,
the marks of sleepless nights haunt her face.

Now daddy drinks more beer than water,
he ran off with the gorilla girl, so mommy and him aren't together,
sees us on the weekends, seeming so happy without responsibility,
making sarcastic jokes and jabs about our mother,
pretending our problems don't exist anymore.

Now sister comes home crying,
she doesn't want to keep seeing days,
she hums the songs of our childhood to herself at night,
goes to bed to avoid all the chaos,
a miserable blank replacing the glowing smile.

Now nobody is smiling,
or at least, nobody means it,
nobody is happy,
because nobody can even fake it.

Our dreams of having a better life,
have smashed into the ground,
our hopes and wishes burned to death,
at the new reality we have found.

Now all the pieces are cracked and shattered,
there is no glue that could put us back together,
no kind words or songs of apology,
no magic that can change this stormy weather.

In the middle of the night, I sit and I write,
I could type all day with my things to say,
coming from a family now wanting to **** me,
for doing what I didn't know I could do.

May you take my breath away,
gasp by gasp in fear, in laughter, in anger,
until there is no life left in my hollow lungs.
When you stand before me, looming like the devil I know,
I can only stare in horror as my soul is claimed by the unknown.
My eyes can only widen in the pure terror;
As it's happened again, though this time,
I should have known better.
It's not the first, oh no,
definitely not the first time,
I've been betrayed, I've been hurt, I've been stabbed,
though it hurts freshly nonetheless, bleeding softly into the night.
I should have known you were no different,
I should have known you were not like minded,
I should have known you would come to hurt me;
Though in my happiness, I was ignorant,
the shame, the shame, oh what a shame I am now,
within my mind and memories of lessons I had learned,
yet horribly forgotten.

Such a snake you are,
poisonous words dripping like venom from fangs under bitten lips,
striking at the ever-so slightest nudge of your tail,
retreating and hissing for help from those you belittle;
Do I really seem like such a foolish little mouse,
slave and prey to your every whim, every change of mind?
I'd like to think not;
For your cussing and fussing, screaming and shouting,
while throwing a little hissy fit, is not proper etiquette,
even for a reptile such as yourself.
Such a tiny wriggling thing must be put in its natural place,
relocated to where it cannot bite the children
to where it can go find others like itself,
away from the big scary predators that might hurt it;
Humans, cars, bikes, cats, dogs, oh the possibilities are endless,
but you wound up in my path, unlucky you,
a demonic and unforgiving rage personified;
If you are a snake, I am a dragon,
if you are a fish, I'm a bloodthirsty shark,
darling don't you see how this works?
I've dealt with you long enough, you pest, you ungrateful little thing,
my mercy is off, our truce is through, now God only knows what'll happen to you,
did you think me to be a kind human being?
Well, I guess you're mistaken, so take a number, sweetie,
I'll call for you when I'm done sending others to the graveyard,
for if you think I'd even hold you at the top of my list,
you're sadly mistaken, yet again;
You should probably stop trying to predict me,
stop blaming me for each little thing,
for a predator can't be blamed for taking out pests,
nor animal control for relocating vicious creatures;
You silly little snake, do you think yourself to be a viper,
when really you're just a common garter?

There are two girls, best of friends,
walking through life, hand in hand,
quite opposites in many aspects,
though each to the other, respects.
One is pale, with hair spun gold,
the other fair, with waves of night so bold.
She has eyes with winter's mist, quite light,
the other's reflect a sunflower against the sky, a delight.
She of short height, the other tall,
one so delicately framed, the other not at all.
Though appearance wise, they're opposites still,
through their minds, and souls, their will,
they reflect the same, they of opposite seasons,
they know each others lives, each others reasons,
picking each other up, helping each other out,
comforting each with sense of doubt;
A most lovely foil'd pair, it would appear
bringing out the best in each other, so rare,
that neither cancels out the other,
neither's the fighter while the other's the lover,
Yes, this would be the best of matches,
sprung from a perfect friendship's hatches,
showing different people aren't different at all,
and that friends are friends, even if not similar at all.

It's people like me who can rule the world,
just by knowing simple little things like Fear.
Fear is one of the main driving forces behind all of mankind's actions.
Fear eternal torment? **** up to "God."
Fear the unknown? Deny it or mock it.
Fear superiors? Make yourself the superior one.
Without fear we won't do anything,
with fear we can only get worse as a species;
We're really slowly moving towards constantly fearing everything;
Especially each other.
Along with things known like;
No humans are equal.
With differing talents, differing thoughts, differing opinions,
how can we claim to be the same?
The strong will enslave the weak,
humanity will revert to olden times,
with fear we deny yet again, though it matters not.
The only question is, who will be strong and who will bow down?
the basics of human nature will come back,
Dominant verses submissive mindsets,
manipulators verses manipulated,
corruption verses purity.
People like me don't have much to worry about;
People always naturally follow and listen to me, and if they don't;
I can be forceful.
I'm a master organizer and networker,
throwing together alliances, plans of revolution, takeover,
by the time the sun rises.
Differences are seen in how you train your people,
much like dogs at that point, with either fear or affection.
Affection and care yields listening and following,
kind cooperation and content with and for a likeable face and likeable words.
Ingrain fear, order,  into them and reap the profits,
they'll listen because they have to, and won't revolt because they fear what would happen.
I wouldn't hurt 'em (usually),
I'm highly capable of doing damage;
It's important they know that.
Throw a demonstration of power, knowledge, in once and a while,
so they don't get used to me, and boom;
With all of this you have an overlord.
I don't think I'm a bad person though,
people like me are just human-smart.

Crimson flows through their veins,
their eyesight blinded by the same haematic hue;
Heavy breathing, heavy steps, heavy heart,
dragged down by the burden of hatred.
They shall forever stain their own hands,
destroying, ruining, killing, slaying;
Everything, everyone,
every last hope for humanity within them.
For every victim is a damning curse,
every victim is a power surge,
to their own necessary need to get back;
At them, at the world, at everyone who said they couldn't.
Now look at what they've become, a slave,
chained by the flames of rage ignited,
with a desire for carnage unquenchable until;
They reach the Hell they have caused.

The raindrops fall from the sky,
creating comforting repetitive noise,
drips, drops, pattering around,
surrounding me with a soft blanket.

It seems they are all I can hope for,
the only friends I have in this world,
in my dark, grey world,
where nothing exists except the thoughts in my mind,
along with the water;
surrounding me, drowning me, escaping me.

Coldness clings to my body like a sheet,
not helping my usual temperature's apathy,
but within reminding me of feeling,
I grow not to mind it at all.

It is all I can expect anymore,
the lingering cold, the lingering whispers of noise,
the lingering loneliness it reminds me of,
in my dark, grey world where nothing exists,
not sunshine, nor happiness, nor myself;
just the rain and its comforting embrace.

There was a young girl sitting alone,
casually sipping her tea, such a pretty scene,
a razor on her thigh, waiting for a smooth victim,
a bottle of pills on the counter, waiting to be emptied,
a gun on the bed, waiting for sweet release.

Should she give in, which poison should she pick?
Let the pretty tablets fall on her tongue,
have her blood splatter the walls, the ceiling, the floors,
or let her die piece by piece, slice by slice on her wrist?

They tell her she’s beautiful, but it’s all for naught,
she believes they’re lies, all of it, lies,
blinded by the darkness of her mind’s illness.
They tell her they care, but it matters not,
she knows it’s all lies, false information,
deafened by the screaming of her mind’s demons.

They tell her she can talk to them, but she cannot,
her cries don’t escape, her struggles never heard,
silenced by the stitches of her mind’s distrust and paranoia.

As the spiders weave their threads of doubt,
a shining blade comes to my rescue,
though also to my demise.

Whispers are conjured by the darkness;
They don’t love you, a slash confirms,
they don’t care, a slash accepts,
****** marks covering skin like a torn blanket.

Voices are echoing the past;
You deserve to die, a slash reminds,
you deserve to suffer, a slash insists,
spikes of pain traveling up veins.

Screams are pressuring the mind;
You’re a worthless thing, a slash states,
you’re so pathetic, a slash declares,
words etching in permanently.

Hollowness fills the heart;
You need to feel this pain,
you need to drown in it all;
Until you finally give up on yourself.

The silence is so loud,
especially when you cannot see,
more so when you cannot sleep;
Always when you feel the least.

The room is so empty when you’re alone,
with nothing there but comforting darkness,
comforting silence, comforting nothingness;
When there’s nothing to distract you from you.

The night can be quite frightening,
as the hours grow long but time grows short,
when nobody is there to save you from yourself;
Especially when you give in to the abyss of it all.

"Write anything!" they say,
so I glance upon the blank slate of my mind.
I could write anything,
say anything,
feel anything I wanted;
but alas, all I'm left with is 'anything'.
Where is the structure,
where is the form,
where are the boundaries to work off of?
There is nothing, only 'anything',
which could be something but nothing at all.
My muse scrambles around trying to find,
an image,
a thought,
'anything' to work off of,
but alas, all I'm left with is 'anything'.

Rough breaths escapes me,
dashing through the shadow'd night;
My mind is triggered by a known scent,
as are the others who soon redirect,
towards what we all know is a common goal;
Survival.

Claws dig into the dirt,
springing me forward faster and faster,
eyes glinting brightly in the darkness.
Someone caught sight, a howl sounds,
speeds increase with strengthened bounds,
towards what we all know is;
Survival.

Determination radiates from all,
coming together slowly and surely,
power pulsing and connecting us.
Right in front of me is the target,
I lunge in and latch on,
confirming that we all get the common necessity;
Survival.

You cannot 'choose' a cat,
it must be the other way around.
Why else would they scratch and hiss;
They simply don't want to be there,
even if you'd really like them to.
My dearest friend was almost evicted,
for she didn't get along with my family,
didn't care for her mother or siblings,
but we let her stay,
for she chose me.
She'll curl into my lap, so trusting,
purr with content when I'm around;
No, it's not my fault she's unkind to most people,
there aren't a lot of people I like either,
cats simply choose who they like and stick with them,
nobody can change that,
or even hope to know that,
until they are chosen themselves.
If they are never, well,
then they weren't meant to own a cat anyway!

So you decided to rip my emotions out,
so you decided to stab my back,
so you decided to poke holes in my lungs,
so you decided to shoot me down,
so you decided to put me in my place,
so you decided to be my ruler,
so you decided to be my mind;

So, you decided to go insane?

I spy with my little eye,
lovers, fools, so blind,
to think that they know each other completely,
to think that they understand each other well,
to think that they adore them for them,
not for their kind words,
not for their sweet gifts,
not for their warm embrace,
nor their false confessions of masked lust.
For is that not what this love is,
a silly reality twister,
a drug giving you the highest high?
Ah, not without consequences;
seen when true nature creeps out,
when an argument turns to a grudge,
when trust crumbles and shatters,
over unknown information.
I refuse to take a dosage of this poison,
I see clearly and wish to remain with sight,
so perhaps some day I can indulge,
when I can have my love and see it too.

The pathway has been cleared,
after the struggles and efforts,
falling and rising like tides,
I'm finally where I belong.

Colorful leaves swirl through my thoughts,
I get carried away with them so often,
for the warmth of their hues remind me;
When the world is cold, nature remains warm,
and as the winds pick up and play with my hair,
I know I am not alone.

How dare you spit venom at me,
say you care,
warp my reality,
make my temper flare!

How dare you have the audacity,
to throw acidic memories in my face,
to have such total apathy,
to say I'm a sad disgrace!

You're a fool, liar, traitor;
I'm better off without.

The bright light shines on my mind,
I have to go, I must go; I know.
Though paranoia racks through my thoughts,
what if they catch you, they're going to catch you;
I care not for none can hope to tame this beast,
the one who controls me every evening,
making me slave to its chaotic frenzy.
The shadows of demons sway and laugh,
apart of me growls back and defends,
while the other just gives in.
This shall happen time after time,
again and again,
until I'm consumed by the night.

Smile brightly for them, girl,
they want to see you cry,
but you've got to be positive,
you've got to be happy,
happier than I ever could be;
Do it for them.

Lift your chin up, girl,
rough times lay ahead,
but you've got to be brave,
you've got to be strong,
stronger than I ever could be;
Do it for me.

Rise out of the ashes, girl,
everyone's going to burn you down,
but you've got to bounce back,
you've got to fly high,
higher than I ever could get;
Do it for yourself.

Known for such cold air,
certainly freezing the hearts,
of all who enter,
though that's not the case at all,
I know this, the truth.

Such a lively place,
not lacking manners, customs,
strange compared to mine,
pleasant and enjoyable,
a change worth making.

Bad reputation,
there are some who represent,
but most don't come close,
prejudice is such a pain,
these people don't need.

Oh goddess of my thoughts and recollections,
lend me your calm mind,
your everlasting beauty in the way you remember,
the treasures within the past that you find;

Moments close to heart,
too much so to just slip away,
swirls of ink blot the page,
making sure it's all to stay.

A moonlit glow encircles my eyes,
as they no longer see the current time,
only the past mistakes and lies,
the experiences I thought were mine.

Oh goddess, Mnemosyne, lend me your name,
give me the strength to hang on,
aiding me in this battle of brain,
before it all disappears like dreams into dawn.

Such a cold, bitter winter this was,
though the beauty of it all warmed,
my heart, my mind, my thoughts,
until chilling winds blew once more.

Such unique, lovely compliments they were,
then all for naught; they became,
lies, slander, blasphemy,
now my emotions can stand no more.

Such a smooth, soothing voice he had,
which reassured me all was well,
with me, with him, with life,
but the delusional mirrors aren't clear anymore.

Such a frozen, frostbitten goodbye this is,
leaving a rock thought to be a diamond, now
a fake, an imposter, a joke,
finally showing jagged glass as its true nature.

Wrapping a scarf of memories around my neck,
I walk out into the tundra that was him,
that was me,
that was us;

Though now I have no protection from weather,
my gloves and coat slowly slipping off,
I'd much rather keep in the blizzard,
than remain within his icy, deathly grasp.

My, my, look what we have here,
a lovely double lady,
double-headed, double-crossing; double trouble.

You pick at the stitches of your sewn-up friends,
poking and prodding at the stuffing threatening to overflow,
smirking and having a nice time.
I, the Jester, the Joker, the Fool,
do what I do best, better than you,
all in good fun, it is, it is!

You laugh one moment,
neck cracking the next,
before tearing off my nicely-sewn head!
Yes, for what you may do,
I obviously may not,
that's clearly how this circus is run!

A dip and a sigh barely escapes painted lips,
before ridicule is set upon for such a thing,
oh how dare I have ever-so-slight feelings!
You scream out with joy and porcelain affections,
but oh, not a word from the supporting cast,
lest our mouths be ripped off!

A twitch pulls my strings and around your throat they go,
making sure to get both heads tightly wound,
making sure of your faults, you know,
making sure that after, I'm not around.
Were you in my place, you'd do the same,
so not a peep out of you, darling,
we the people, of judgement fair,
sentence you to a silent killing.

Tendrils of regret snake up from the shadows,
I thought I had gotten away this time,
though it would appear I was mistaken;
As I usually am.
Ghosts of memories slip through my eyes,
blinding me to the present reality,
water of salt drips from my empty sockets,
as I fall into the nightmares of times long past.

The haze of dolor clouds my mind,
luring me back into feelings I thought were gone,
but of course, I was ever-so wrong;
As I usually am.
Demons smirk and scratch across my brain,
reminding me of their control,
for I was given an inch but took a mile,
unacceptable, I should have known.

Mania dances wildly across my sanity,
reminding me of what I never had,
though I thought I had regained it, I was incorrect;
As I usually am.
Friend-masked foes sing songs of betrayal,
piercing my ears so I can no longer hear the truth,
if I ever really heard it in the first place;
It is now that I'm senseless.

I can still feel the whispers of past bruises on my skin,
still hear your horrid screaming in my ear ringing,
still flinch whenever people come too near,
whether they be friends or family;
All because of one's silly games.

I still get paranoid as I speak my thoughts,
still get anxious when confessing feelings,
still refuse to put both feet in trust,
to anyone, even myself;
All because of one's silly lies.

I still bend to the painful expressions of others,
still throw myself to the sharks for the better,
still use myself as a shield for the undeserving,
for they're more deserving than I;
All because of one's silly traps.

Mistakes made thrice,
a curse from life,
giving me Lemon after sour lemon.
Perhaps a Clementine should come around,
tiny blessing as they are,
and give me a taste of sweetness for once.

Well, you’ve got yourself a problem,
Don’t you?
When the days rush by and;
You cannot tell where you are,
Who you are,
Or even when you are.
When you move like a zombie,
No thoughts, no feelings,
Ah, you can’t feel at all.
I see, I see,
Let’s throw you on pretty pills,
Answer nice questions,
Play comforting music,
That will help, right?
Oh, you can’t feel that either?
I wonder why.
Here, peel this potato,
With another potato!
That’ll solve the problem.
It won’t?
Oh well.

Lifelessly, I drop to the ground,
but fall straight through, already a phantom.
Seeping through the dirt, weeping while going down,
eventually I hit rock bottom.

Where are you?
I reach my hands up,
claw at the rock above until bloodied.

Did you leave me?
Fists slam against the boards,
punching until bruised and knuckles broken.

Is it me?
Hopeless cries to the upside,
screaming until raspy and sore.

Lifelessly, I drop to the ground,
and shatter against the earth.
Nobody can hear my pleas,
and Nobody cares.
Where are you, Nobody?
A whimper in the night echos.

Have you ever slept with anyone,
nothing funny,
just rest and comfort?

You will notice it is much,
much different,
and you’ll miss it,

When the heat turns down,
you’re alone in the cold,
you’ll miss it,

When the thunder rumbles,
and lightning flashes,
you’ll miss it,

When the tears keep falling,
and you lose yourself,
you’ll miss it most of all.

It was there that I waited, in the middle of the barren landscape.
Cold winds whipped my hair and nearly pushed me back.
I continued to wait.
Slowly, I became numb, and blind as the sun pierced my eyes.
I could feel the chill rising through me.
I continued to wait.
Lost voices screamed in the winds, deafening me.
My joints stiffened, as if losing youth to the old winter.
I stopped waiting.
Step by step, I moved through the cold.
People passed by and allowed me to continue.
I continued on.
Striving to reach somewhere, anywhere, my salvation.
The weight on my back hindered me, but I couldn’t remove it.
I pressed on.
A glimpse of a house on the horizon, with doors unlocked.
I fall before I can reach it.
I cannot go on.

Sometimes, it’s as if I’m flying sky high,
and nothing can bother me.
It’s as if I’ve finally reached the stars,
and nothing can touch me.
It’s like getting a grasp on everything,
and nothing can defeat me.
Then wings get ripped, each feather plucked out,
slowly and ever-so painfully;
I fall, trying so hard to flap useless arms to get back up,
but it’s no use,
The end is inevitable,
this plane’s going down.

Pardon me, dear, but I shall take my leave,
I intended to stay, yet I see I’m not needed.
Was I truthfully ever?
What hope was there, funny little speck of joy,
Has been ****** out by a single;
Word, breath, phrase.
I shouldn’t reach out,
Lest I get grabbed and forced to drain myself of,
Time, energy, caring, love.
When it’s just an insignificant boost to their day.
When I am nothing more than words on a page;
When I have faded to nothing more but a conversation.
I’ll stab my heart before I let myself feel that pain again.
Anything is better, death even is better, than that feeling,
I’m a toy.

He loves me!
(He loves you not.)
Oh, look, he gave me flowers!
(That were on last-second sale, two-ninety-nine.)
Can you believe these diamond earrings?
(No, I cannot, for they’re costume,
fake like his love for you,
which lies only between his legs.)
Such a heart-warming card!
(To make up for the fact he totally forgot.)
How did I ever deserve this?
(You don’t, you deserve better.)
He must really love me!
(Or rather, fears your emotional wrath.)
He broke up with me.
“My sincerest apologies.”
*(As if I didn’t see it coming.)

Where am I in the middle of the night,
lost with nobody to talk to,
not even myself.
Where is everyone in the middle of the night,
while I’m here silently dripping tears,
wishing they were here to comfort me.
Where is my support in the middle of the night,
as I’m wishing for hands to drag me,
out of myself and out of death’s grip.
Why do I cry in the middle of the night,
over every little painful memory,
even the ones I don’t quite recall.
It tears me to shreds,
suffering alone,
but I wouldn’t show anyone my wounds,
the ones that dance gracefully across my heart.
A little wound can get infected though without care,
oh how I have learned that well,
but who comes to save you when all the ambulances are busy?

My heart thrums louder than ever before,
with newly found passion, new life, it would appear.
Something, perhaps someone, has jump-started it,
sent it on overdrive on emotions so high up in the clouds it’s hard to breathe,
think,
comprehend.
I cry out into the night,
for how can I be so skyward, yet you so hellbound?
I throw down a ladder of my thoughts,
praying you climb up to join me,
in holy matrimony among angels and demons,
we can battle them all, you know,
even I know we can tackle the world,
with the power of mutual love.

We smile, laugh, send kind words each way,
radiating joy and sweetness,
though it is stopped by a clear wall.
Voices travel smoothly though our ears,
but there is no touch, no warmth,
no matter how close together we become,
we are blocked by this clear wall.
Attempts to punch through it are feeble,
for the pane is miles thick,
you’d need to go around it,
maybe swallow a pill and float through.
My heart is mechanical, typing hearts,
filling my brain with pleasant feelings,
but the remainder of the beating flesh,
knows this to be true,
but refuses to accept it for it remembers;
Human love.

Carry me home gentle,
to a land where angels sing,
where there is no pain;
Where I belong.

Wrap your arms around me,
so I may not be so cold,
so I am protected from my thoughts;
So I may feel again.

Whisper worries away,
putting my heart to rest,
my mind to silence;
My soul assured.

Give me a lift some day,
help me to escape myself,
my troubles;
Along with nothing at all.

When wounds open yet again,
tears never failing to flow,
I curl up in the lion’s den,
listening to lullabies they think they know.
I cry out like a mewling lamb,
my hopes and dreams clawed to death,
thoughts flood out from a broken dam,
though on my neck I feel their hot breath.

Mary, I am a little lamb,
but my fleece is not snowy white,
take me in as company, if you can,
so I may see the light.
The journey that has dirtied me,
it’s lonesome, weary, true,
but perhaps it shall not be,
with a nice friend such as you.

You took me in and fed me well,
now I must say goodbye,
to wander down where monsters dwell,
I’ve avoided them too long and to face them I must try.

Mary had a little lamb,
her fleece became white as snow,
it seems she has run off again,
and this time remains alone.

With needle and thread, I arrive,
and glance upon the horrific scene.
I get out my kit so you may thrive,
but what does it all even mean?

With needle and thread, I stitch you up,
and gaze into your haunted eyes.
I take out a syringe, fill a ****** cup,
but when will you ever rise?

With needle and thread, I outline my heart,
and point to it for future needs.
I smile sadly as I've done my part,
but why would you do more similar deeds?

With needle and thread, I shut my eyes,
so I may no longer see precisely.

Oh but don't you worry your little heart dear,
for I will still sew you up nicely.

Here I lay, between enemy lines,
Throwing sedatives to both sides,
I cross my heart and hope to die,
Rather than have it divide.
Holes fill my system from un-aimed words,
Ripping me to shreds, it really hurts,
Others try to step in, but I push them,
Out of the line of fire, to safety,
Perhaps, where I should be,and
After all, these aren’t their wars,
Or anyone’s really,
They’re mine.
And I shall fight to keep peace,
Within myself,
Within everyone,
Until there is nothing left of me but recovering words.

I'd like to talk to you!
(you're pathetic,)
I'm sorry for bothering you!
(you're annoying,)
Are you busy?
(you're inconsiderate,)
I really like you!
(you're hopeless,)
I want to be with you!
(you're lying,)
Can you call me?
(you're relentless,)
I apologize for everything!
(you're selfish.)

Dearest child,
I see you have tried to outrun me,
My little crows tell me so.
You know you cannot escape me,
And I just thought you should know;
Give up your hopes, brush off silly dreams,
For they’re all going nowhere, it seems,
Like tiny butterflies,
In my clutch, they die.
Oh, but as do many things I tend to grasp,
Nothing can defy my wrath.
I’ll be gentle, dear, why don’t you come here?
It’s so much nicer than almost anywhere.
I’ll reach out my hand, you take it lightly,
Escape the fears I know you have nightly.
Don’t hold your breath, it’s safe to go,
For I shall be your friend, alone.
You will not rest in lands above,
This is my letter,
From Death,
With love.

My feet hit the pavement hard,
I glance behind me;
(listen...!)
My pulse quickens, deafening thoughts,
(calling them...!)
My muscles tense while dead ones move,
(get out of the way...!)
My mind collapses, slides towards pity,
(you can't afford that...!)
They each had a life before they died;
(no, stop-)
They had people to love and care about,
Had jobs to do,
Conversations.
(back away...!)
I move towards them, tears in my eyes,
(you idiot.)
Ignored my instincts, ignored my logic,
(I'm leaving.)
Embraced a pour soul before he claimed my own.
(And now you're dead!)

Her eyes are albicant, a crystalline blue fading to white,
closely related to the shade of winter’s mist.
You can see the phantoms of the past within them,
feel the blizzards within her mind,
the haunting thoughts you know she has.
She looks frozen, emotions frosted to her pale face,
framed with dark waves you could drown in.
Through her eyes I see the strain,
pushing against the icy glass that keeps her in.
Whether it’s for the better or worse,
I haven’t the faintest idea,
I remain like a shadow in the night beside her,
hopefully thawing her out with my care.

These kids don't care anymore,
we're out of the time of cursive writing,
when there would be an apple on my desk,
kids would only groan when asked to clean the erasers.

These kids are going to live,
in parent's basements, awaiting dinner and laundry,
rather than actively seeking adulthood.
What happened between my time and theirs,
causing them to become so electronic?

These kids don't make eye contact,
staring blankly into pixels,
unable to draw away from their techno-seduction.
These kids can not learn,
for they're only taught memorization,
then forget all of the rest.

These people expect me to teach,
but how can I do so when they're already powered down,
disconnected and wandering lost,
needing their fix of a shocking brightness,
they call a new and better world.

There once lived a fair maiden,
skin white as snow,
for ivory was too filthy for her.
Her hair was dark as night,
for other colors were not pure enough,
especially not enough for her.
Suitors came from far and wide,
but oh, they came for naught,
as none of them could suit her needs,
could not ever be enough.
So one day she begged and pled,
to anyone who would hear her call,
for finally someone who would be hers,
and likewise once and for all.
Before she knew it,
someone did respond,
red tail wrapped around her soul,
dragged her down to hell forever,
to be his and his alone,
he smirked and accepted her offer,
bond sealed by vocal contract made,
then welcomed her to his humble abode,
surrounded by rock, and firey flame.
It was now she wept,
trying to take back what was said,
but it was far too late for her,
as they were already wed.
The poor maiden was slave to her pride,
now slave to a demon much worse,
her pitiful woes that were not to complain of,
though now of course, too late, she knows.

Behind your painted face I lay,
casually pulling strings and lovely emotions from you,
as you can only dance and do as I say.
My smile is wicked as I do my work,
stitching torn costumes, oh you poor dear,
listen carefully and you'll stay alive,
in this crazy, crazy circus where,
everyone has an act,
everyone has a part to play;
Yours is ever-so special, darling!
How lucky you are to have me,
as a friend,
as a mentor,
as a master.
A little bird told me you creaked out,
wooden limbs telling tales of abuse,
which is ridiculous, look at the smile I gave you!
Don't dare tell of the shadow behind you,
for Darkness can easily get darker and surround you,
until you have no more light to argue with.