i grow tired of my repetitions
i grow tired of
well, you know.

Is it fates way of telling me I deserve the universes I have yet to discover
By lacing my soul with yours?
By making my happiness that did not exist
Raise to the stars and kiss the blackness of skys

I waited for an eternity to be exposed to a love as raw as this
I begged for a century more for it to last as this one seems to grow roots deep

The untitled are my dreams
They lay there without ambition to cover their cold skins

The untitled are my joys
They await bravery to explore them

The untitled are my passions
They sit in a cave away from the world
Without sunlight to bring them forward

The untitled is me
For i am both afraid and hopeless
Yet I still find a way to exist

The wishing well is too far deep
That I think my wish got stuck
And now vines grow around it
Choking out the will of my dreams

Writing my future
And reading my past
Fixing the present
Hoping the tears don't last

Bewitched are you
maiden of hell
Cast out in your drenched robes
for kingdoms you fell

Onyx eyes
and precious lips
Thinned hands
but luscious hips

Bewitched now
are those around
Captivated now
by your transfixing sound

Raising them up
to believe your every word
Watching them kneel
As they crown you lord

Like the fire I wish to breathe
one which shall corrupt my lungs
and stale my eyes
burn away my lashes

Is the same way that I crave you
wanting despite all I know
a blaze that will take away my life in a river of flames
a blaze that will scorch everything of my physical body
yet leave my soul intact,untouched

I want that fire
even though it will kiss my finger tips until they burn.