Love, have you finally
found me?
I've been hiding
so, so long.
So long I sat,
listless and cold.
But you saved me
and warmed my soul.
Inspiration, have you
come crawling back,
begging for forgiveness?
I've gone so long
without you sitting
by my right side.

Love, have I finally
found you?
You've been hiding
right under my nose.
So long you sat,
waiting and undiscovered.
But at last I find you,
claim you as my own.
Inspiration, have I
finally forgiven you
for abandoning me?
You've worked so hard
to get back, yet
struggled with depression.

Beyond tears of joy, a new feeling is discovered;
and an old friend returns. Lest we remember loneliness.

It's printed into your
ice cold, pale skin.
Permanent and never fading.
Tattooed in black ink,
all the promises you
have made and broken.
You reap what you sow;
And dear unwanted thing
of my life, this is a sharpie
and these are your mistakes
that has made you leave
a path of destruction
right behind you.
You dragged us along
the rusted barbwire
and broken glass
that has left us all
bleeding and scarred.
Dear Unwanted thing of
this pointless, drawn out life,
you've sacrificed the good
only to bring us all pain.
Dear Unwanted thing in my life,
You are no longer worth my time.

Goddess of the moon, radiant glow
Call out your people for a starlit show
Show us your beauty, your majesty bright
Let us forever remain to the night
Give us your humble, your silent applause
Give us a reason, a chance, or a cause
To cherish the dark with much work to do
So we may remain forever loyal to you

If it shall be then so shall it be
For this is what is thought of me
Like an empty vase within your room
I am the flower that will never bloom

Is it your eyes I seek
when I should seek another?
Those eyes that speak
instead of lips that smother.
Whose smile I fear
that changed my cheek color,
and the shedded tear
to not long for another.
Is it your voice I hear
through lightening and thunder?
Could you just re-appear
after my little known blunder?
Should I just keep
this thought left unspoken?
Must I take that leap
that may leave my heart broken?
But instead I'll leave
this thought incomplete;
The problem I shall not defeat.

Her sullen face is hidden
behind a painted porcelain mask
that hides her desolate mind
as she falls into nothing.
Imagining the amount of blood
as it pours over the cold white tiles
like red wine into an empty glass.
Missing the blade as it penetrates
leaving scars like a sculpture,
turning pain into something beautiful.
What is to come of life
when all she seems to see is
a miserable and dire ending
to her own and her dreams.
It's not solvable, it's insoluble
as she's still hiding it all
behind a painted porcelain mask.
One thing to ask of you
as you undoubtedly finish:
Who can save her?
Can save her from her mind?