Empty holes of dark coffin spiders,
Left alone in a chamber of silence.
Sore stretched arms to push out wider,
Mind spinning full of violence.

Breathing sobs of memories,
Of the days centuries back.
When life was full of unnoticed treasuries,
Which slowly leave this cold quiet shack.

Dreading the moment when he comes,
Back to do the sick thing he loves.
Hearing the fearful beat my heart drums,
And the sound of clinking tools and his rubbery gloves.

My hope was long ago beaten,
My scars and bruises swollen.
My heart he has eaten,
My life he has stolen.

Darting through the land once living,
Fighting the friends I once had.
A nightmare I can not avoid,
Dark clouds of red driving me mad.
The sparks of life split to ashes of smoke,
Breathing in the souls that choke me.
From those dreams I awoke,
Trying to retrieve my sanity.

Shy am I,
To speak to you.
Cry will I,
If you reject me.
Weak am I,
To want to be carried by you.
Hopeless am I,
Because I know this you will never do.

Lost am I,
In your eyes.
In disbelief am I,
To feel your kiss.
Confused am I,
That you chose me.
In love am I,
With you.
Love you?
Yes I do.

This jacket is rather new.
It's soft and plush and light blue.
My arms stick to me inside like glue.
They trap me kind of like you.
But I do not mean to hurt your feelings.
I do somewhat enjoy your ceilings.
You see, you are my only friend.
Me and you, we're quite a trend.
I'd love to show you off to all the people at the mall.
But I'm afraid to I can't.
You are a wall.

I am filled with an un-ending landscape of our love.
It began with a word and bloomed into something life-changingly infinite.
Like the universe it goes on for eternity,
never ending in all directions.
It is an island that everyone dreams of finding but is only known as a myth.
I weave through it,
never wanting to stop and take a breathe because I never want to stop discovering more.
I am lost in it,
but i know exactly where I am going,
and the path I glide along is safe, warm, and full of the soft embraces of our lips.
I can feel passions continuously flow and cling to the wind that glides through my finger tips as I travel.
Storms of bliss hit me with gusts of raining sweat and heavy breath and I feel our hearts beat like thunder.
If the colors of the land fade away or the flowers hide from me,
I will always stay on the path and gaze at the blinding perfection I will always see in you.
If the land breaks and crashes and tries to send me away, I will never leave.
If anyone comes to burn the trees or tear the grass from its roots I will risk my life to keep them from doing harm.
No matter what conditions hit our beautifully blanketed fields,
I promise that the landscape will never.