You use to want me unconditionally, purple & blue my body is now a temple of doom. Liquids flow through your veins 1,2 I'm a stranger to my own dance moves.
Unflowered you split open at the seem of my devirginized moans.
Your hands feel like soft clouds that soon turn to thunder & lighting, it's extremely frightening. I learned to live in terror everytime you spit in my face and pushed my head into mirrors. Not mad or glad I feel me forever and always kneeling to your every move.

Mine was real, and she came at midnight.
Not really a ghost.
Not really a demon.
Maybe she wasn't even evil.
But her actions were evil.
And she was real.
For about four years, she was real.

She haunted my home; it was hers too.
She haunted my father; he was hers too.
She haunted my sleep, and shared with me nightmares.
She possessed me every day.
Relentless, she filled me with spite.
The spite she got from her parents.
The spite she got from her boyfriend, my dad.

But as the clock struck four,
And the Devil's Hour faded,
And the earliest glimpse of the morning came,
She fled like the dark creature she was.
She took her screams.
She took her plagues.
But she left for me a curse.

Now, though she's gone,
I can't rid myself of her screams.
And I don't know whether to be enraged,
Or crushed,
Or to pity her.
I just wish I knew the rite I need,
To rid myself of her curse.

Like a baby explore a toy.
Let's explore love.
Let's see what the attraction between us?

And if it's intriguing like they states.
Let's explore it some more.

Like a scientist tries to discover planets and such.
Let's explore love with a simple touch of curiosity.
I do you.
You do me.

And see if there are things there that makes us agree.

Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries

I think if Madness were a person he'd be a handsome, sharp dressed, man. He would wear a well tailored suit with a deep purple, velvet, waistcoat. I imagine  he'd wear a black fedora for the mystery and a pocket watch to keep time. A little old fashioned but ageless.

A few days before he arrives I always get antsy. My anxiety acts up and I do things like leave the grocery store in a panic and empty handed. I take my kids to the park and then I find I suddenly can't breathe and the world feels like it's ending. And then....there is the inevitable knock on my minds door.

"Oh it's you" I'd say.
"Dont pretend like you didn't know I was in town..." He pushed past me , drops his stuff , and easily finds the whiskey cabinet and pours himself a full glass. He has been here before.  "I was at the grocery store yesterday and the park a few days before that. " he turns, glass in hand. He smiles and it sends chills down my spine. "Well..." He continues, "you should have known I was coming . The signs were all there." I turn away, nervously and indignantly.
He sips his whiskey, studying me.
"Right. You thought some vitamins and sunshine could keep me away."
The thought obviously amuses him. He laughs and downs his entire drink in one gulp. He loves this game. He pours another whiskey and walks over to me. He puts the drink in my left hand and stands right up against my back, his hands on my shoulders, his lips near my ears. I can feel his warm breathe and I am nauseated and comforted at the same time.  He slowly moves his hands down my arms to my hands. He locks his right hand with mine and wraps it around my stomach so his arm is around me too. His left hand brings the drink up to my lips. I close my eyes for a moment wishing him away. It doesn't work.
"Now" he whispers "where were we?"