Your truth is,
More fiction than,
Your ugly lies.

Your ugly lies,
Are more honest,
Than your truth.

Taking a shovel to dig,
Falling into the hole I dug,
Wallowing like a pig.

The beast within is baying for blood
The devil sings a sweet song to him
Dances on pawed feet, the beast does
Claws scratch the marbled floor

The devil whispers the deathly melody
Beast's mouth salivates in anticipation
Memories of flesh in between his teeth
His heart begins to beat faster

The demonic choir sings loudly
Echoes into the beast's ears
Fresh meat fills his nostrils
And the blood fills his mouth

When he comes out of his bloodlust
He is bathed in the life of his kills
Trickling into his eyes and ears
Their faces, their voices, haunting him...

I laugh like a maniac as serenity bleeds out at my feet,
The walls of protection that kept me from harm,
Crumbled to dust as I blew them sky high,
Destroying myself for the good of all.

What would you have me do?
Have a starlit night in peace and quiet?
I will not be the one who lives happily ever after.

I will do my best to bring myself to ruin,
Ruin of my own flesh and blood will come,
Call me crazy, call me insane,
It's why I do what I always do.

Wilted,
Withered,
On my knees,
Hysterical and broke.

The trigger I pull stems from a bottle,
The blood that fails us, made only of water.

You cannot **** what isn't living,
You can only die from not breathing.

Under a tree with pen and paper
Thoughts immersed in writing prose
World around her turns to silken vapor
A masterful performance will she compose

Words are her instruments
Ink is her conductor's baton
Graceful art from her fingers
Spill onto the ****** paper

Her mind charges in the tranquility of her surroundings
The peace of the locale soothes her imagination
Focus and clarity like a mountain stream
Refreshment like a volcanic spring

Come and see what she has writ
Queen of poems beauty she emits
Lift her onto your shoulders high
Sing her anthems and crack the sky