What harm could this be?
Euphoria far too intense
To forget for so long
Darken these lines
So they flow so clean
The secret of the marks are to crave it
more than the pain it caused

But even if the Gods were to forgive
Damaging the temples, all sacred
The bliss concentrates in parallels
Made with no regards

Still, crawling into subtle madness worth repeating
Bleeding out the pain that was never gone

Could one ever enter
Immoral heavens, flashing
Light on tilting grounds
Dripping into pools that stain the earth
Losing every ounce of strength to stand
Leaves the body charmed by remarkable feats
To escape the floor

But frenzied off the loss of the pain
Locking doors to the mind better left open
Never ending are the paths once they’re drawn
And a new one is born

Still, crawling into subtle madness worth repeating
Bleeding out the pain that was never gone
But temporary bliss always fades, never finding a solution
Bleeding out the pain for answers that will never come

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The sweetest rush comes from failing
To keep out the demons created
Fabricated to keep the sanity somewhere
Recreating the bars on skin to contain them

The bitter taste comes from realizing
How many cannot understand this struggle
One that started from the beginning
And ceases to fade away permanently

The highest point came hiding the truth
Every line a grim marker of a ****** edge
Deciding an abstraction is the best distraction
For years on years, building inward

The lowest point came from discovering
How futile the ignorance can become
Fighting against it is all too tiring
When a little spill is easier to clean

The last point came from recalling
The future was a shell of what was
A present labored in the persistence of pain
Left by the past that refuses to disappear

© 2014

Tender soft skin, once thought to be stone
Once separate layers now split, uneven
Exposing it's red underneath a dark canvas
A razor edge brush guides this painting
The peace that was once dead- springs to life, unwilling
Hoping once more that this form will contain it

A temporary hold; a soulless container
The colors are dull and the mind is hazy
Exposed a red brush upon the dark canvas
The paint is too thin, it lacks the luster
Searching for more, brush turned inward
Gushing from the source for a scarlet hued angle

Fading in and out, a masterpiece undone
Marred with a vision that remains so tranquil and clear
Exposing bits of red to the darkest corners of the canvas
It reaches outward to escape the ending
A final signature, caught weak of final breath
A nightmare come true without the masterpiece completed

This story once told hangs lost on these walls
Fading colors of a past still remembered today
Exposed to reds hue in the dark canvas of this mind
The paint long worn thin and the canvas is tattered
But it recreates itself as this peace will never last
A dead portrait of myself that will never be finished

You've found yourself in the mirror
In the eyes that won't betrayed
If I let you bleed, will you suffer the same?

In the smile that was hopeless
In the sorrow that no one sees
If I let you breathe, you will suffer the same.

The constant state of being
What you are and are not supposed to be
These are memories in the truths of the lies

Too beguiled, alone, and afraid
To see that you actually are me
And we’ve done everything to end us tonight

With the hand you've called for me
And without voice, you summon the rest
"If we will let you bleed, we'll suffer the same."

But you've marked yourself indifferent
Yet we're the ones to shoulder blame
"But we let you bleed so you won't suffer the same."

The nine souls misled from deception
Will be your fears and mistakes
We live in the chambers of your shattered mind

And in the nights that you will see us
You will no longer be afraid
Because we are the same in body, soul, and mind

© 2014

The words drift softly around your ears
The remainder of blissful disturbance in the air
Does it pain you when the words you hear
Are the same as mine if I were there
Are you drifting back?

The corners of your eyes see life so differently
A blur of second chance without the memory
A few thoughts through the days mundane
Could simply be gone and washed away
By the flowers bought the day after New Year’s.

Had you listened to the voice I had spoken through
From the body that you never lost, but never knew
For all of the reasons that we’d made
To promise ourselves each and every day
Are you happy yet?

Catching myself falling through nostalgia
Can’t help but wonder if it still gets to you
Praying loud may give you hope to share
But if no one hears you, who would care
To listen to you at all?

I’ve tried so desperately to erase your face
Losing time and rushing to find something to replace
The smile that haunts me I held so dear
The love we share for all those years
Winds away on the 3rd 6th of the next 2 years…

Plead to me of mercy and of foolish thoughts
The mistakes of yours are nothing to what I have sought
For keeping true to one only fate
To make amends for what time can’t erase
It all ends here…

All ends here.

© 2014

Every little drop has come from pain
Dripping regrets down on the walls
Wrote apologies on the bathroom sink
And hid the mess in lines of words.

Every little line is a memory
Perfect permanence within a scar
Each parallel, each a missing piece
of reasons from which they came.

These words are nothing short of empathy
There's always truth in the eyes of the hurt
The message has been dried and wiped away
Yet there's a crude carving on the temple forever.

© 2014

What can be seen with eyes forever closed
Behind the nightmares and dreams' wall
In the land of the blind, nothing is seen
But felt in the hands that bleed from groping

What unity exist with the blind
and what of those partial?
Humanity still claims its classes
And the hatred thus never ceases

Wealthy and poor, both blind with greed
Wrathful and pacified, both blind with power
Singed by the warmth of silent promises
And coveted by the form of lost senses

In the land of the blind
The squinting rule.

© 2014