I do not trust a happy day
My mind recalls past patterns
And each time hope has come my way
Peeking past life’s parted veil
Singing songs of sweet tomorrows
The weeks that come are always hell
As are the all the years that follow

I do not trust a lover’s promise
For they can be given so easily
I have seen certain hearts shattered
When loving to carefree and happily
I know one cannot pledge eternity
Anything can be broken even the best family

I do not trust a possessor’s passion
Cause in pursuing owner’s pleasures
I have found all things are only passing
For the taking, to give, in the asking
We all tire of the new toy
Sweet things can rot away
Adding one more item to your pile
Won’t save you from your final fate

There is a far darker day ******* me
The shadows tight on my trail
Night will fall sooner than expected
So even when I smile, I do not trust myself
Moods will change, ebbing and flowing
With the winds that keep my armor
Flapping up and down so my scars are showing

The good is just a phase
Then again I could say the same thing
About the bad days coming
Neither are permanent
Only one thing is inevitable

I am not a werewolf but there is a beast buried deep beneath my chest
Howling raging and trying to escape this thin veneer of human flesh
Everyday day I find myself shifting and changing as I grow
But what will become of it I never really know
My bones may crack, shift front to back but the monster never shows
It lurks inside my bitter mind waiting to rip off all of my clothes
The rage of disappointment the heartbreak of regret
Are the only feelings that I long to forget
They feed the freak until I’m too weak to resist the beast
And one day it will make its great escape the monster will be unleashed
I shudder to think that even on the brink I can vaguely recall
That the vulgarity of all the violence and desire is such a human flaw
Maybe the thing that lives inside me is not what I should fear
But the thing that I should worry about is if it disappears

Slowly succumbing to the burning tranquility,
My mind dreads on these moments without you.
A dark and cold sensation strikes me with agility,
Turning my burning heart ashen, cold, as fast as you…
                                                                         …ignite it again.

Is this Nirvana? A place avoid of everything but pain and you?
Or do I have monsters inside without which I cannot live?
Without which I cannot be human? What can I do?
Can I only wait and suffer through this calmness and give…
                                                                            …my scars time to heal?

Hello again never,
     Did you ever know this little truth?
          That part of who I am,
               Becoming,
                    Always is and will be,
                         For you?

Life Death Hope Loss
A canvas of happiness and sorrow
The Aesthetic of existing
Beauty in the painting
Admiring the painter
Every stroke from birth to final light
We wake the morning
We die to the night
Wherever we go
The static plays a melody
The sound of increasing pretense
As the serpents die of their own poison
Drink from their own goblets
The play is over and the curtains close
Thank you for coming
We hope you enjoyed the show
The Aesthetic

We live beneath the shadows of the Gods
And carry the world upon our backs
Tightly bound together
We exist,
Only for each other.
Our days are spent under brilliant suns
And fading stars,
We can disappear like mist.
Out running seasons
We die on our feet
So our spirits fly free.
We are beauty
And we leave our past behind.

We are just patterns, repeating and cyclic
Fate, you may call it, the laws of physics
And just as stars are born to die
The universe's plans trap you and I

Atoms are spheres orbiting spheres
Like solar systems; consistency appears
They have no choice in their reactions
Seeking equilibrium, an abstract attraction

Protecting its uniqueness aggressively
Life experiences itself subjectively
But other than that, we are all the same
In the illusion of choice, we don't pave our way

Life can't choose its nature or nurture
It's connected in this universal fervor
We're bound to the force of everything
And are ignorant to what reality brings