I draw the blood and I draw our fate,
Cherishing candle wax and broken plates.
The blood that drips and slips off my hands,
The blood that I could never hate.
I seal my scrapes with my burning ***,
The red has now possessed its bottom.
But the knife looks at me with all the love it has got,
It is my spouse, it is my mate.
Crimson and crazy, do I adore this frenzy?
My own mind and senses, I berate.
"You have got to quit", -What!
I rule this body, my death shall be rimey.
"Death awaits, your fate is yet to see", -she states.

I draw the blood and I draw our fate,
I despise it but do I value the wait?
Or if we are lucky, they will look at our face.
God allows mercy and grace,
We shall live to see better days.
Crimson and crazy, do I adore this frenzy?
Boston and Venice, keep living in cities this empty.
But the knife looks at me with all the love it has got,
It is my spouse, it is my Loveknot.

Her fragile, soft fingers that stain me with black,
My weak stained structure, now unexplainably stronger.
I can see the words flowing from her moon faced mouth,
Tons of thoughts, she has.
She doesn't stop,
She continues the torture longer.
My strips and the pen nib being lovers,
It's all over me.
The ink to hide her emptiness, disguised as a cover,
The way her hand compliments me, it's a felony.
The aura of her dismay and dreams,
My hardback cover, we blend within the amends.
Each letter for her scream,
I'm in guilt, to hell I'm sent.
Go, go, a misunderstood dove,
Sits on me, begging for love.
Fall in a pit of fire,
She's run out of her pages and her desire.

I’m weary, tired, shadows near,  
But like the song, I’ll persevere.  
Sick of the struggle, longing for peace,  
Yet I’m still standing, my heart won’t cease.  

Though feeling done, there’s still a spark,  
You know I’ll rise, igniting the dark.  
With every challenge, I’ll find my way,  
Just like the lyrics, I’ll seize the day.

Heaven casted a light on her body,
Her thin fabric slipping.
Lighten her body,
Her lover is singing.
"Enlighten her body"
She lives in a castle with a Selkie and fireflies,
Her maidens will admonish you everytime you pass by.
Now and then, she shows up in her oriel window,
Giving me a glimpse of her shedded skin.
One glance, you shed and bow too,
A tear in my mouth, tasted like shrew.
For I loved an enigma,
A paradox in this timeline.
Her unsolved charisma.
Forever vanished in that shrine.

He chase her down,
He chased her shine.
He caught her veil, He caught it just in time.
They teleported to the heaven divine,
"The Selkie is finally mine"
Selkie and her midnight lover roam around in the afterlife,
They eat picked out lilies from the clouds.
And memories that are no longer alive,
Since they are no longer alive.

I want to ask the faeries, 
What they do when they crave their mothers' love. 
Do they also chop their mystical hair? 
Until they think the desire has been killed enough. 
I want to ask their mothers, 
If they love their young ones. 
If they love them like the others, 
Or only when they go and hunt. 

Do the faeries bring them male elves? 
Pixie dust, leopard spit. 
What do they take for themselves? 
Allergic pollen and squirrel bits. 
Love in pieces, 
Nothing in peace. 
Handful of desperation, 
Affection is all they need. 
They drown themselves in ivy deep, 
Swing from the branches of dry trees. 
Until one of them cries and leaves, 
Yet the Faerie is weak? 

Evil birth giver, you wicked witch. 
Lonesome struggle you provided them with, 
And the forest is burning. 
The lakes are *****. 
Rocks are ******. 
Horrible chav creature, do you regret uttering curt? 
All the eggs you had ever laid, 
Have now decomposed in the foul dirt.

Rolling around and tied in a grasp,
Couldn't give an opinion,
They never even asked.
You weren't alive when you were almost killed,
Thereupon, you've been growing up on pills.
Every evening at 4:55,
A sweet scent fills the room of mine,
Making me anticipate its source,
Making me question the grounds of ruling alive.

At 7, I discerned what lads actually were,
And the fear within me arose,
Too bewildered to even utter,
And everytime I had had an alike night terror,
I entirely rather froze.
Rebound of dusk and I allow myself inhale the odor anew,
One of the lull moments I spend periodically,
The moments rather lasting only for a few.

At my present pubescent years,
Which seem identical to a curse.
Four walls with a roof and trapped,
Held captive along with a noxious herd.
I reach out to the fragrance,
Its source is the abyss.
The abyss that is actually the reality I deserve,
An actuality where I don't have to agonize,
An existence where I don't have frail wrists.

When I ultimately attain that existence,
I'll neglect these years,
Neglect this poem
And neglect my peers.
It'll be a happily ever after,
Until I ultimately pass away.
I'll question Lord and ask Him what other decisions he has to make.

Sleeping, waking up, rotting and then sleeping again.
This cycle just never seems to end.
I've fallen into a loophole of desires and ambitions,
But if I'm being honest, I want them none.
Why isn't loving a job?
Why hasn't the world got any love at all?
If I could love, I'd tear this earth apart,
To dig out the affection from its core and carry it all in a cart.
And then I'll distribute it to all of their hearts.

And here we go, I dreamt again.
Besides the fact I spend sleepless nights
And to all the suffering that I had to befriend,
My soul now longs for something that ignites.
Ignites the enthusiasm,
And makes me want to grow.
I live everyday hoping my heart would spasm,
And my brain would go with the flow.

I wish to be a star,
I wish to be the moon,
I wish to never fall apart
And I wish to get such a boon.
But my body is such a goon,
It makes me feel like I'm committing a crime.
I'm living too hard,
It even makes me rhyme.