I used to have you,
Yet, there you still sit,
Watching nothing, as it flits.

Cat on the Box,
Lying flat- on the fridge,
I forget;
       Memories are tied with Companionship

Pitter patter rain
Melting in my brain
As Acid pours out my head
Spilling to the knees and down my legs

M I S S I N G

been lost for a while
sorry about that
following signs
'cross an empty map

by a cracked window,
grow crooked soul,
how high the rose climbs,
to yet wither and fall,
may both happen at once,
it happens not at all,
to take no chance to bloom,
is no chance at all.

yet is its destiny to tumble,
and shatter to glass?
then once again rise,
in a year to pass,
but should it keep falling,
down to the roots,
would it not grow again,
if it were to choose?

eyes like flames
but she wont feel the burns
her passion's like fire
but means less than fake words

she's ice on the inside
frozen within
trying to light her foul soul
with fiery sin

her daggers are stretching
sheer marks, cliffs within
as those fingers trace pathways
nobody can win

this is a game for the endless
seeking their torturous end
trying to fill up their nothing
but shattered eyes don't ever mend

they burn forever in chimney fire
so hot they feel nothing but pain
licking off their fingertips
lights torching all sane

brain so entangled, ensnared, entrapped
she's taking it step by step
drip by drip
no sounds after the shot glass

refusal to be weak again
refusal to feel
sharp edges like razor blades
eyes like fire, she's unreal

let it burn, she's screaming
with now dark chimney eyes
channeling soot straight from hell
passionately filling her skies

searing bliss for the other
but she can only feel numb
echo footsteps, hollow
heart beats like a drum

rope tied in a knot
heels raised high
taking each stroke leaping higher
but how far till you die

burning on the outside
burning on the in
her eyes like flames quiver low
so buried in sin.

i hate the word love
hate the sound
and the implications and spells it casts
on people who by it are bound
- yet it never lasts

as soon as you have 'love'
life can at first seem great
but you lose part of yourself
become half someone else
and are blind to the loss it creates

love; the term is soppy
increasingly miss and over used
its a word that should have meaning
and explain only a connection
of personal comprehension
-and not necessarily the type for pews

so love, yes i hate the word love
and pray it never should pass through my lips
other than in appreciation of dearest souls
and not in the case of falling too far, too quick

its ideals are not one i relish
all i see in it is that it becomes weak
why must we be told, that we will "find love and grow old"
and never something else like:
the future is yours; every. single. week.

so go live your life as you want it
don't feel you have to conform to society's form
School, Uni, Job, Marriage, Family - only if you want it
do what you love, what makes you strong

as love does not mean simple affection
it means soul warming understanding and care
it is for objects, actions, people, animal and places,
not for crude or simple phrases where it feels barren and bare.