Candlelight, in a garden of sinners where she arose
Tending to the roots in bloom whose sins she knows
Blistered truths in faulty holes planted so firm
And yet she comes each day, brandishing scissors

One by one, the sinners fall, lives cut far too short
Into the waters that that have known no peace
Since the first breath that she breathed in her plight
Falling into sleep as soon as the last one swept undertow

Lost in the undergrowth beyond her time
Seeking the gardener’s unholy wings
She has found the cradle of what she needs
To survive and stray from a torture birthed endlessly

Without pleasure or fear of silence, she awaits
A special soul that grows from nothingness
Budding from the hollowness in her own
Immaculate growth from a tainted source

And in blossoming, her hopes are dashed away
As the void is filled with nothing but falling petals
The hope of a miracle in such a world of hate
Lacks the fruition of life to achieve full bloom.

Thus, she sleeps again to awake to a new day
Never realizing that the hope is her torture
To change her fate from the endless tiling
Means to change herself from the endless hoping.

© 2014

At night, you dream of magic and the
Dream comes out like clockwork
Precision actions, present like the
Wolves I keep at bay just to assure
You have the sweetest of smiles

Now that you’re awake and gone
Now that your pillows are cold
Now that your bed is all alone
Where do I go?

You rest your head again on the
Gates of a nightmare that I have
To protect you, I lay down my
Dreams so hollow and cold
Fighting fire with fire again

Now that you’re awake and gone
Now that your pillow fully soaked
Now that you’ve escaped what you fear most
Where do I go?
Where can I go from here and just where
Is the light of day you promised
To wake me from the nightmares you
Swore were never real.

© 2014

The moon shines
And it defines a halo
That is worn too thin
Hanging limp from her throat

Grace will fall
And the skies will part

The treetops brace
And isolate the impact
A small opening to hell
With a broken wing she’ll roam

Grace has fallen
And the ground will part

No angels beckon
Nothing to protect calls out
But as if guided by forgotten memory
She walks straight back again

Grace had fell
And the sky won’t call

Invisible signs guide her eyes
To the stairway He forgot
The steps paved with glass tears
And the barbs of regrets

Grace will rise
But the path will weep

With the blood of the mindless angel
Following back to the start again
Forever falling from a pedestal
Deserved and unwanted.

© 2014

White chocolate suicide
This drizzle’s ****** ***
Hard whipped, it tantalizes
Steals air from her lungs

Five scoops of velvet flesh
Slight hint of cherries, bruised
This pleasure grows amidst
Flushed cheeks so rosy hued

Toss in a little cyan-dye
Sweet taste of passion blue
If dessert could ****, she’d die
To savor something new

It’s time to take a bite
Before it melts away
Might just take all night
It’s kidnapped her days

Searing as it warms her thighs
Wintry as it chills her bones
Soft-shell too hard to hide
Each taste’s a lustful moan

What’s better than her sweets
Covered in delightful gems?
Unparalleled this frozen treat
Even to her thoughts of him

© 2014

Waking up from the happiness towards the moments I now feared
As the shadows of the moon have all but softly disappeared
Is it a waste counting down the days to finally accompany you, my dear?
Believe me when I said I’ve never felt so far from… closure.

Deep within those eyes so clear

The seconds seemed so trivial and the passion long overdue
While the rain soaked our skin, much like how love used to
Every sigh that you released believed it was too good to be true
Would you believe me if I said I’m falling further… away?

Into those waters so blue

Patience and hope fell through in those days of joy and remorse
Trusting each day to be better than to let life run its uncertain course
Until the day it came that belief in those words could no longer be forced
Sometimes I wish I didn’t believe… always and forever, you’d love…

In mine and yours and us and ours
Drifting in silence of nothing… for hours

Upon words and thoughts, that no longer mattered
Drifting in silence, like a heart… only shattered

Far away and isolated, still you reappear in my sight
The lands you could never be have whispered your name in light
Of the tears you'll never see until my heart gains flight
Will I be reborn again or am I still only wishing to feel alive... with you?

In the final moment where you had opened your eyes
The pool of tears you had left has only become mine
You've flown away with time and regret, but with a smile after the sighs
When I finally meet you again, I will tell you all about…

the soul that never crossed the ocean.


My soul will never crossed the ocean… without you.

© 2014

Comatose in a lover’s embrace
Her skin is growing cold again
Warmed by the ***** vein of blood
The lightest heart has holes within

Lost to the edge of tattered sheets
Stroke the flesh, she’ll purr to atone
Vegetable to consciences and mind
The heaviest heart is made of stone

Bent off on four to the floors tile-cold
There’s a little more left to bear
“The beast doth speak when the mind is gone”
The darkest heart sets out its snare.

Bound by grips and gagged by moans
Against the gasps thrown all about
Defiled corpse of living innocence
The brightest heart is giving out

Fell in love towards hell and found
The ****** one who’d prayed
In the silence of lust and timidity
The deviled heart waiting for its fallen Angel

© 2014

In the only eyes I’ve ever lived
Sighing softly in the night
I would surrender all I have to give
If only to keep you in my sights

I’m burning bright in your blues
With the slightest touch of your skin
You’re the only one that I’d choose
The one I think about as my heart gives in

But every time it rains
I wonder if you’re crying
But every time it rains
I can feel you holding on
To me

In the only heart I’ve ever died
Cursing my name in your sleep
Of the secrets in we confide
Of the love that we fell in so deep

I’m lost in the anger of you denying me
And I’m so close to giving up I’m afraid
Do you think of what this love could be?
Are you still struggling against this fate?

But every time it rains
I see you soak in tears
And every time it rains
I can feel you holding on
To me

© 2014