I am not a sufferer, just the sacrificial lamb, I walk everyday unto the slaughter but, I'm not the one ******. One who lives it every day is curled into a ball, just a tiny speck inside the universe I wish I was able to recall..
I would have the sun set upon your shoulders once again, to fight against the darkness but then, if you never slipped inside this hell and walked upon the path, would you be a better man or simply contine to hide behind your mask. I asked you yesterday, and twice today if tomorrow would be more kind? Your answer was "If the Earth shifted 10 degrees eastward then humanity is as ****** as I" and I sighed, for the question you did not understand. What I was truly asking was if you would come back restored,  as the man I adore, the one who I loved through eternity, but you reminded me you are no longer that man, the universe tilts on a different axis, we live in a parallel mind zone and when the time comes to own what's mine, I'll happily live beside you in your mind.

I feel it in my heart
I think it in my mind
I hear it every day
It's immortal in its time

I wear it on my sleeve
I hold it in my hand
I utter it repeatedly
every second that I can

I always think of you
the feelings overwhelming
It always reminds me of you
the incantation can be telling

just a little four letter word
that can, with any luck
completely describe my feelings

*****

You don't stand your ground!
Your feet never touch the earth
while you stand on the backs
of a thousand weeping girls
All thinking they were your first
All thinking they are your only
Never understanding your praise
was to your never ending, lonely
selfish, egotistical one handed being
eyes on the numbers, but never seeing.

So maniacal of Ego Deploration
your head is larger than any nation
A small country where you get lost
your glass house crumbling
beneath the frost of your Winter.

Every time you open your mouth
your absolute pretentiousness
finds a golden frame in truth
causing your ******* wall to splinter.

When repeating from an unknown source, it is still respectful to say
"These aren't my words"
of course, just borrowed thoughts

Come unto to us
as you promised
yet you hide

Step up, be a Man
your absence
is damaged pride

Bring forth your rapture
Shower the Earth
in Heavenly Rain

Or else step back
and return to Myth
in disdain

Don't preach to me
in fairy tales
drowning in contradictions

Come unto us

I Wish to God

to be free
of this affliction

Knock knock knock

There is no precedence
for a knock on the door
she’s busy cleaning
while staring at the floor

Knock knock knock*

It’s the insistence of the knock
that has her trembling
and she’s ready to give up
until she starts remembering

There is no one who would
knock upon the door
Her little army of Seven
would never leave her trembling
there is only one
who would want to settle the score

She peers beyond the curtain
and sees fruit
She is hungry, and just a little angry
her army of Seven
are mighty
but they are miners
and she needs to eat
and the apple merchant
is elderly
with a smile
there is no fear
of a brute

Her mouth waters
for a taste of fruit

She opens the door
and reaches forward
murmuring
“Just one taste”

The merchant is eager
to hand over the apple
cackling
“That is all it takes”

"But first and foremost
be warned...
A prince may, or may not
come
Bite the apple
you are the one to decide
Sate your hunger now
or wait!
Eat, or don’t eat
Let your decision be
your demise"

Snow White is hungry
and angry
that the little men
don’t provide
and she’ll bite the apple
holding onto the hope
that her decision
is the one
that will provoke her prince
to ride
to her side

But it was otherwise known
that her prince was thus occupied
by a ***** *****
and he didn’t feel the rip
in the fabric of time

Snow White collapses
clutching the apple
in her hand
representing all her hopes
and dreams
the years trickle away
like sand

It’s apparent that all
that she had left
to watch over her
was a small figure
that if she could see
would make her run
more than a mile
But for the apple
clutched in her fist

Poor old Grumpy
might crack a smile