The roses in the window sit and welt in the soft sunshine
Their plump blushing petals soon turn to a despairing colour of dried blood
Petals crumple and crunch between my fingers like old bones
Dying, from the moment they were plucked
To show how eternal thou love is

All of hell's angels and all of heaven's demonic beauties
Could not spare me the fools folly from once I came
And all at once I wished selfishly for a world undid
For my mortal soul should have been left to the clay
This breath is not life
This bane of unseen puppeteer
Who doth set the stage
Whose cross am I left to bare as the bell tolls and the raven flies
For evil and heaven lay in the same eye of fate
But it is us who controls the puppeteer

As the night begins to deepen in this lonesome soul
Will you still be here
When St. Jude calls my name and when the insomnia begins to crawl
Will you love me as the blood turns to quick sand
Am I still breathable?
Am I safe to touch?
As the contagion muddies the mind and burns the body
When my skin turns to ash and my mind to mush
What will become of us then?
In this hapless state of angelic demise
The soul begins to crumble
The mind begins to wonder
And a love laid in stone can be worn away by the wind

Liquid tongues and long faces dance around me like dogs; Maddened with insanity that pulses through me like electricity. Oh to be young and dying in the cold; No air left to breathe with no space to live. Colour is my enemy as it taunts my face and brushes it red. Through the dark decay of life on this god forsaken rock; All is forsaken in a non existent god who neither cares nor feels our pain. As we pour our efforts into days that grow short; Distracting ourselves from our pain.  It is like a drug in our poor minds; Begging on the street for more. Hell, the pain makes us human; Makes us feel. It brings light to that bottomless void in us and fills it with something that makes us feel alive. Without it, who are we to say we exist; With false fantasies of happiness conjured up by some puppeteer or dreamer; Where we are mere atoms that make up their life. But the pain makes us live; Makes it true. Makes us alive where otherwise we would be dying. It fills the void.

Abuse in the purest form
You made me fall
And By all the laws of gravity I crashed
And you flew
With your love laced wings
Along with Her
Into the sunset with all my well spent dreams
And I broke everything
With nothing to slow me down

My lids heavy like mountains as they creep up against the sea; Laden with sand that courses down my face. Sand dunes fill my palms as I burn; Hot and eternal. A bright flame in an even brighter place but there is no place to breathe. The dry air pulls all the vitality from my aching skin and robs me of all life. As my bones turn to rock and the rocks turn to sand and the sand returns to the sea; For thus I am reduced. Joint after joint collapses till my journey is carried on by my eyes who trod on; Perishing soon after to the moon; Vanquished by the stars.