Insides feeling ripped..
in half from what im dealing with..
off in fact from what i fill in lack..
of what im seeing missed..
and it's you the most..
the most i really miss..
cant seem to get it back,
i reach for why,
But all i grasp in the midst ..is the feeling..
the feeling inside..that really need to get a grip..

Darkness fills the void of my lonely heart,
Accompanied by a monstrous hunger for that soul
Which has a hold on my heart.

Watching her as if a piece of art,
I hear a sound within me, an angry growl,
Because all I do is look, and this tears me apart.

But I intend to just watch,
To protect,
To let no man harm nor catch
You, not even myself.

For
You are an art to treasure.

Pictures last for centuries
Some still feel regret
Love, laughter, memories
For the feelings that never left

Tangible emotions
Enfold your heart and soul
Rewind back to the time
When love was warm as coal

Happiness at its pinnacle
All stars became aligned
Empty it was to be cynical
For love, you are sublime

Pictures are a sentiment
Feelings sealed in the heart
Liberated at the excitement
Tracing back from the start

Picture back in time
To a delightful happy me
Her cheek pressed up to mine
We smiled and count to three

It flashed before my eyes
For no love could ever outdo
After three years I realize
That love, I always loved you

Pictures only last for centuries
Take advantage never
Make fulfilling memories
So love can last forever

I write about you in my head,

Without even knowing when and how.

I do not love you like the bee loves flowers,

I do not blush for you like a brook in the sunlight.

I love you like a nocturnal psychedelia.

I love you like darkness,

Consuming and hauntingly beautiful.


I know how I want you,

Meet me on a December night.

Undress me,

Shut my eyes,

Drink me raw,

Smell my hair,

Colour me in your murky lust.

Smoke me like a cigarette,

Burn my ***** with your smouldering lips.

Annihilate me,

Fail me,

Love me and then, leave me.


Sing Sinatra to me,

Ruin a song,

A song that I cannot listen to, again.

I want to wake up next to you,

Looking at your face, knowing you can’t be mine.

I’ll bring you coffee in bed,

Be gone before I come,

Escape from the back door.

Be the infidel Zeus,

Leave me naked in your linen, whiffing.

Annihilate me,

Fail me,

Love me and then, leave me.



**** me in the wintry mist,

I’ll scream in the starry night.

Leave me shivering with a gushing sadness

Curled up on the cold floor, naked

Forget me, disengage,

Love me and then, leave me, would you?

A honey-wax candle, dusty on the shelf,
With a wick so white and naïve.
It's sweet flame and dusky embers never licked,
For on a shelf it sits, unlit.
It never had burnt down
To ash, but its sweet golden crown
Sits safe on a dusty shelf.

The silver moon sighs,
Softly darkening skies,
Trapped in her crystal net;

The sun parades on
With a sapphire yawn,
Chasing his sweet Juliette