Came into this world
Told i was a little girl
Daddy never raised me right
So now i just cry at night
Wondering why my body doesn't feel right
My skin seems to scream
My chest feels like a weight
Dont know how much more i can take
Little girl makes me cry
I always wondered why
How do you say its he not she
Please someone just let me be
Im not your little girl
You never showed me the whole world
Everything is a lie
Please stop coloring me pink
When I've always been blue

A twisted joy pains me
Knotted inside my chest
My heart tugs, then relaxes
Then all is silent, all muscles at rest

The loneliness filling inside
Pulls me across the dusty floor
Down into the basement
Slithering with rats

I reach into torn flesh
Dissecting veins from the rest
Blood stains translucent hands

Slithering in and about
A serpent chews his way
Inside this hole of a chest
Sewing his being
Into something unable to reset

If I keep him, will he eat me whole
Taking my heart, to go
I do not care too much for games
He started before I had any chance to say

You mad, mad serpent
Do what  you will
For I lack the will
To do anything at all.

.
We trod in steps without spark,
A careful journey one remakes,
With days of dreams' surrender,
O love— is but a promised land.

In our youth precious time reigns
And greetings are met with sorrow,
Maidens and lads, each entertains
Graces above us, Venus and Apollo,                                                          ­            

Gods on high, who told us stories,
Of the cloud nursery, of mountains
Keep and comings of celestial glory,
Not of gentle caress to windy hands,

Of shy indifferences, the trials of lot,
Nor the endless engulf, still desires,
In this land of lost, unmoving gusts,
Go those who shuffle— souls entire.

Out of the shop
Varnished and locked
Sent to the residencies
Without even a knock,

But left behind
For few eyes to see
The tools that scraped grooves
And all the worn down machines

That left the saw created dust behind
And brushes crusted with all of your grime
I saw it too,
And you were there

I put on a play
And walked to a windows place
Pictures of a long lost time
With me inside

All here still,
But also gone tomorrow
Dealt with with tears
Of some lost who were held dear

Not long after broken
It forever disappears
And all we ever wanted was so near,
But we were too opposed by fear

*The pictures no longer so clear...

Malign Shadows Lurk in Darkness
Sanctioned Souls Condemned and Heartless
Deviants of the UnHoly
Destroyers of Light
Cursed Phantom Death hunting DayLight
Slaves of Perdition, Martyr and Chaos reigns High
Trapped and Cursed to Consume Light
Wicked and Lustful Users of Darkness
Satan Consumer of Souls Hungry for Holy Light
Abandoned Souls seeking Forgiveness
Relentless Spirits Confined in Emptiness
Soulless Harlots Lost in Darkness
Seeking Petition from Your Royal Highness...

my actress, who
sweated blood on Broadway each night
off Broadway too

said, on a long stroll
through Central Park. she was successful
because she did not like herself

on the stage, she proclaimed,
she was never herself, and she fell in love
with every character she portrayed  

every script was a better bio
than her own, and the playwrights knew
her better than she knew herself

and when our walk
was curtailed by a downpour, she dragged me
into a crowded cafe

where she knew half the patrons
and the wait staff, and they all knew the different
personas she had owned, on the dry stage

rain now forced her to choose  
which selves to keep, and which to lose
while she sipped scalding tea

with me, on a grey wet afternoon,
only hours before she would again be under  
the spell of the hot lights,

and read verses from the pens of prophets,
poets--those who purloined her soul for the price
of admission, to a place without self loathing