You are truly lovely
Yet like a rose can be
With veiled thorns, fingers, that are hearts, you *****.
Blood is drawn when rashly
A hand is ****** in quickly,
So slowly, surely, do you a rose pick.

By his Actions
Did so
His Heart speak!
Profess
With your hands
The
Life Eternal
You
Seek.

T'was darkest day will ever be
When the Lord hung upon that tree.
Yet through the darkness, even so,
Was the greatest day ever known.

Smothered in affection
Afflicted by a desire;
Journey on dreamer
But ever only in dreams.
Reality only ever mirrors
And poorly.

Gone is the once wondrous apathy
Or at least the premise I clung to
In shadows, ever hidden
Wary of being discovered.

As it is in most tales,
The discovery was made
Providing glorious respite,
Or so it seemed.
But dreams realized
Destroy a heart that yearns
And the selfish gift that hides.

I wonder what he's thinking,
Trying to deny that look
That I see in his eyes
When he looks at her.
Does she look back
With equal tenderness and longing?
I do not know,
Though my eyes tell me I do.
If my love for him
As my best friend
Was true and without fault,
I suppose happiness
Should be my feeling by default.
Yet envy is quite carefully
Changing my amber eyes
To an evil shade of green.

She's woefully unmade,
Struck down by her own hand.
I long to stop the blade
But am trapped
By walls of her own making.

Can she hear my cries
Or see the tears
That fall on emptiness?

Drowning in all that is pointless
I laugh in the face of danger,
Nervous, panicky laughter
Because that's what cowards do.
Careful meditations
Unceasingly increasing salutations
From strangers on the street
Reminds me of my childhood
And the fact that I am
A Child still,
A Dark Childe,
Seeking forth unknown qualities
In infinite quantities
Its quite the quandary...
I think I may be insane,
With that being said
If it weren't for these voices
Residing in my head
(Oh how they laugh)
I'd be dead
Like a piece of bread
In a toaster.
(Hell, is it Hell? Its Hell, isn't it...)
Farewell good sir
And Ladies too
I no longer have any reason
To call on you.
Walk off the cliff
And you'll find no stairs,
It just leads to nowhere.
Walk awhile
Take a break
Take a leak
Make a face
Outer space.
I think I am crazy,
What about you?
Are you crazy too?
You must be
For you've made it this far
Where all is as it seems,
But not at all.

So many words, tracing circles in my mind,
I break them apart and force them into lines
Tracing them back to their origins
Finding that they all lead back to you.
What exactly do you mean to me?
I myself cannot rightly say.
Should I think about it some more?
Or try to put this out of mind?
My mind is frantic
You permeate my sleep
Only dreams that I dream
I dream of you.
I want to tell you my mind, my heart, my love,
Sharing what I am, how I feel,
But I can't, I won't, I will!
When it comes to that time,
Oh how I hope that your wish
Is the same as mine.