The old and strong
Do not wither
They stand tall and fast
High and mighty above the rest
Their roots are deep
And cannot be severed with ease
Yet if you try
And god forbid
that you do succeed
A loneliness
A sense of guilt
Will push and pelt at you very soul
Simply, a certain darkness
Will cloud your heart
Leaving you to wander
Lost,
Haunted by your past mistakes
Knowing that not even
A good nights sleep
Could save you.

You grew like spores
In the cracks of my skin
So fast, so strong
You carved your roots
Directly into me
Making it almost
Impossible
To get rid of you
Without having me
Break myself too…

She was tiny,
Almost half my size.
I was worried, always
That maybe if I touched her
She might just break
Fall to dust.
But she was strong
Alot stronger then she seemed.

I was simply foolish.
Scared, worried, afraid
Of losing her? I don’t know?
Maybe.
I had rough edges and she had scars
But she held them with pride
Showing that she survived,
And she simply drilled a hole
Right into my heart
Nestling in,
With bitter sweet love
Helping my soul to mend

I even though not a god,
Wanted to save a young damsel in distress
As she tread slow and silent
Clouding the sound of her footsteps
As she made her way from a forest
With a gentle lunacy
With a brutal yet true wisdom
Darkening the day,
I foolishly grab hold of the girl
Under a precarious moonlight
Cleaving the silence
Destroying the gods will
Setting a series of uncertainty and idiocy into play
She smiles, her gaze shifts
From gentle to stark Grimm
And I saw within overlaid wreaths
An imbued spirit with the name
“PAIN”
Ringing cries unknown, petrifying me in fear

You were a demon, a monster
One I had set free
You grew wings and scales
You grew bigger and bigger, with every lost cry
Your eyes blazed like the sun fierce
And you cried with words asking, No,
Begging to be saved
Your cry was carved deep into my mind
It was revealed to me then what a fool I was
Leaving me with a pale soul overflowing
With love, sorrow and a broken heart
You lost your life, you gave it away
And too what? a fool like me?
A nameless stray that can do nothing but betray
Now I simply lay as a curse blossoms inside my heart
Falling from a height concealed in plain sight
Awaiting my end at the hands of maybe another
Young, pathetic, unworthy, meaningless fool…

My birds having a nightmare.
Oh what should I do?
Wake her up?
Pet her?
Or end her just like I did you?

A time long ago, in a room unknown
It was late, like the arrival of undying patience
Born under pale moonlight, in the midst of a dark winter night
With ears raised and eyes shut,
Yet in a way it sat settled as if listening and staring at us
As a night solemn in ecstasy went about
Giving rise soon to a glisten of morning light
That showed us what it was that came to be
A child. Puny, innocent, pure and helpless
Born to an oblivious set of fools
Whom of were bought to the light
To whom were taught humbleness, humility, love and respect
To them was given an eternity of hope as a child.

I've often evoked that darkness
Is both beautiful and harmful
For it can give to us somewhat of a miracle
Uncalled for and untold of
And that horrible coincidental feeling
Is my hearts most lacking confession.

A subtle roar
Breathing in
At the start of dawn
Phantoms and dreamers
Half asleep, dazed
Stretching with deceitful yawns.
The soul awakens
The heart in inclination
listening to the silence
Within an illusion
Of passion and storm.
I close my eyes
With the nerve to deny
As I stare into my soul
One of ruin and sleepy edges
Only to realize
That I am no longer asleep
And you were nowhere to be seen.