This regret,
This division.
Love's exit wound.
A fragmented heart —
Good but now damaged,
Weary.
Buckled under the weight
Of sweet intention.
Perfect vows.
Empty exhalations
In crystal air.
Beautiful in their impotence.
Hurried
last
gasps.
Needles in skin.
Pricking tenderly,
A gentle torment.
Like lips on skin.

You walk with me  every day
Every hour you  are near me
My companion, confidant and ******
Knowing every sin and secret  

You control my life  
More than I will ever admit
Staying with me at all times
Documenting every scar

You whisper in my ear
Reminding me of what I face
Telling me I'm strong enough
Adding that's not all it takes

You are a companion, yes
But will never be a friend
You are a part of me
I will not live without

You hide but never long
I know you will return
Even though I try to stop you
My pain PAIN  PAIN  PAIN  *PAIN

Dusk till dawn we dance to death's song,
like puppets on strings we sway.
With a flick of his wrist the music stops,
and so are the end of our days.

Crimson red,
Bubbles in your head,
Seeps out on your bed,
Tears will shed,
When they find you dead.

Six feet below in a wooden box,
Lies the stunningly beautiful Amillia Lox.
She reluctantly left her mortal life,
By her secret admirer with a gleaming sharp knife.
He crept through her window but she woke up too late,
Her parents had found her in a decapitated state.
Now here she is, Amillia lox.
Six feet below in her wooden box.

smell the serenity of his soul
his, that longs endearity
that disfigures infidelity
that mistrusts commonality
his soul is more that it meets the eye
speeded up like a love train when it sees you
you, where it gives the needed attention
the love and affection
where the fibre of thine heart is transfigured
off to your hiding place
where the fire will be made
through the transmigration to a beautiful soul.

I am a soul
with a formidable character
with a haven-piercing eye
a heart made of a *** of gold

I am a king
with everlasting authenticity
with a roar of a lion
fearless, like a peacock's feathers

I am audible
with an aroma filled with audacity
strange oke living in simplicity
with a mind travelling in Paradise city

I am a child of God
born of the Holy Spirit
in thine I bow in obedience
thus attitude of gratitude is lived.