Destroy me softly in the dead of night.
Rip apart my thoughts with gentle words
and steady hands.

Do not question yourself,
I promise not to protest in return.

Ask me where my words are hidden,
how I bury them
and dig to them without pause so that my muscles won't have time to push you back.

Unearth my dreams,
ransack my heart until we are both covered in blood and truth.

I don't care how much it hurts,
turn my mind inside out and
force
every
thought into your palms.

Pry open those rusty hinges
because heaven knows I am just as clueless as you are to what lies behind them.

And I know, I know, I know
that what is underneath my skin is raw and pink.

Tell me how it tastes.

I'm broken,
like every poet is,
with words falling out
of a broken heart.

Brick
Brick
Brick
Falls
Building a house
Building an empty home
That you will always live in
Where you try to fill the house with your comprehension
But without intentions
You trap yourself
You become your Hell
But some will never tell
The time you spent in jail

As life is played out before your very eyes ,
will you grow to love
will you loathe and despise

The way forward unknown so take with you all that you may require
To be submerged though can only help your dreams dissipate like wildfire
Should you arm yourself with experience, insight and intrigue
Will you accept a truth unknown and bear witness to a mind dying of fatigue

The darkness deepens
The road steepens
Does a voice give you the energy to move
A guiding hand to help smoothe
Is it you and your inner strength that brings light
Who stands beside you when it's time to fight

Seeds are sown
On a path unknown
Walk the ways of so many before
Take yourself through an unopened door