Two beings,
one invisible to society,
the other invisible to the unseen he loves,
the same problem,
the same hurt

She cries and cries,
but doesn't notice the one willing to help,
the one man who deeply loves her,
for she is all he sees,
no one else but her

She takes a moment to stop her tears,
he gets closer,
and looks deeply into her eyes,
as she stares at nothing

Hurt,
she is hurt,
but underneath all the pain,
pure,
wanting to be pure,
but doesn't even have the will to move on

But are hindered,
but are hurt,
one invisible to society,
and one can only see the other,
but invisible to her at the same time.

He looks at her picture,
with both love and lust,
wanting to do so much for her,
but,
she has no idea he exists

Tried so hard to make her see,
to make her happy,
but all with no avail,
desperate,
he still constantly tries,
maybe she will one day see,
she means everything to him

Relieves his stress by walking,
down the fog filled street,
he sees her,
down on her knees she cries,
trying everything to calm her down,
but she doesn't notice.

She looks into the mirror,
but sees nothing,
trying everything to become visible,
but all with no avail,
hurting,
desperate,
she still sees nothing

Clawing at the mirror,
denying herself,
tears hit the sink,
does she exist,
is she there

Stumbling through the fog filled night,
under the streetlight,
she drops to her knees,
tears fill her face,
her heart feels like it's going to explode,
her head in between her knees,
she doesn't see herself,
but she feels everything.

The sweet sensation,
of another's touch,
so intense,
heart beats faster,
stumbling through words


The heat from the other's touch,
soft,
warm,
she's so calm,
so in control


She doesn't think anything of it,
just another hand,
rubbing against hers,
nothing new,
nothing special,
quickly forgeting it ever happened


On the other side,
time freezes with thought,
cannot believe this could happen,
happen to him,
thinking about that moment,
for days on end.

To the one I call pure:
tormentor,
teasing me with everything you have,
making me think of only you

Your beauty,
your grace,
your charm,
all of it brings you so much brighter,
with so many others thinking the same thing,
how am I suppose to think it,
How am I suppose to compeat with so many others,
others that are smarter,
or better looking than myself,
why should I even try,
but I can't help thinking
woman of so few words to me,
I too am with so few words,
forced to just think


To the one I call pure,
my dreams label you as my tormentor,
my poison,
I see you high upon a golden throne,
looking at so many,
yet I stand here being one of many,
I can not stop thinking of what could happen,
just can't stop thinking of the one,
pure.

I saw you through the limelight sky,
the flowers move as you do,
smell as you do,
so elegant and so beautiful,
all of them wanting to be you,
gorgeous


Moving through the winded meadow,
the grass flowing in your flootsteps,
your dress is blowing in the wind,
looks like youare ready to fly


Finally,
you look at me,
even from across the plains,
I can see your lucious eyes,
intrigued,
I know you want to come closer,
yet I stand here,
awaiting your every move.

I saw my future in the hands of man,
a drast and cold one it is,
how many times shall my hands be scorged,
be poisoned,
be tainted,
the blackness of all sorrows surround


The moon's face shall surely eat me alive,
shall the stars have so much lust,
following,
I am followed by the past I led,
awaiting the uneditible future I set


My mind racing with thoughts I never had,
dreams of faces I never saw,
can you see thhe mind of bleekness,
hear the voice of the confused


The trees run down from the shadows,
blind I cannot see,
led by the darkness I trust,
so surely I will not be betrayed


bleeding through the cracks in the walls,
my life,
incomplete but perfect,
take notice of the lakes of nothing,
nothing to fill,
to fill the damages made by others


Too sure they can solve,
help they say,
cannot comprehend the meaningless of life,
putting something where nothing used to be,
impossible


I wait for the future,
time of meaningless will mean too many,
someday of mine shall surely follow.