Don’t you understand or see,
That what you’re doings killing me,
I don’t regret or take it back,
I only wish to know I lack,
In love in death in life in lies,
You can’t see anything with eyes,
You can see love or hate or pain,
You can’t see loss or even gain,
I don’t know how and I am not clear,
On exactly what you fear,
But losing you has made my heart,
Start and stop and stop and start,
I wish you’d choose or end it all,
Cause all you do is make me fall,
And I won’t feel a different way,
And all I want to do is stay,
But all you really have to say,
Is tell me just to go away.

A crystal ice forms like fate holds his heart,
Only my fire can burn him free,
Only my touch can sooth his wounds,
Only my words allow him to be,

No other man could catch me with flames,
Like fire with ice, nameless with names,
Only my love could create such a world,
One without moon, one without sun,

Befitting us both but no other one,
Only the angels will know of our love,
As hot as the ice as cold as the sun,
Feathers can fall but softly above,

i call him my own, to him I belong,
Whispers of breathe form wordless my song,
A future no other could think to come true,
As you belong with me, and I stay with you.

Tell me a story that ends with a lie,
Begins with an angel collapsed in his cry,
Sing me a song as loud as you mean,
As soft as your whisper as coarse as your scream,
Gasp in my ear your words as you pass,
Dreadful with sorrow you saved just for last,
Cry in my arms and describe all your pain,
Your hatred and lonely days left in the rain,
Watch all the feathers they fall to the ground,
Blood stained with horror yet making no sound,
Wrapped in his melody silently soft,
Savagely vain, yet leaving no mark,
Now mutter your secrets from which you had ran,
For I lie in my tomb and I can’t understand.

I enter a dark room and see one shed of light
It’s small and fragile and it blankets a child
A small girl of innocence trapped in the shadows.
Acidic whispers echo in her mind
She whimpers and calls out for herself
Her arms become a straight-jacket.
She pulls them around her
Harder and harder till black spots blur her vision
Better black spots rimmed with gold than the darkness that waits.
The shadows creep up her skin she pulls herself tighter
Maybe she’ll die.
Maybe she will survive her.
The gold of the black turns to light summer air
The scent of the wet dirt replaced by wildflowers
The sound of laughter invading her mind
Grows louder and louder.
Sadistic and deafening
A symphony of words spiral around her
Lies, truth and beckoning the darkness now stirs
It moves ever softly and crawls up her flesh
Nostrils fill with metallic rust and damp humid earth
Wildflowers float away and summer breeze recedes.
The shed of light a small wax candle
Melted into the floor
The silhouette of darkness reaches out of the gloom and folds itself around it
She can’t even see the smoke rise as it dies and she’s suddenly gasping for breath
She’s screaming and clawing and the brick walls around her
The serrated edge cuts at her palms
The salt from her swollen tears sting her cuts
She holds them in her hands
Her winter skin laces with darkness
The flame she once felt, out
Just like the candle.
She can’t face what pushes through the darkness
The memories so longingly shunned.
Who remembers such small things besides your innocence
So I watch my child self as her ****** hands fall to her lap.
Fingernails attached to the red smeared rock
She can’t fight
Can’t breathe
Can’t see
She dies
My innocence.
My light
My life.

Hear the chorus of moans and cries,
Distraught in sorrow and covered in lies,
An ebony symphony tormented by sin,
Not of their own but of winter white skin,

I see them, broken, beaten, hated,
Abused, refused, and fornicated,
By **** and lustful molestation,
Helpless still an entire nation,

Watch tiny hands of tear stained youth,
Be ripped away from shreds of truth,
From loving fingers do they pry,
The small away, now most will die,

I see them sobbing gasping for breath,
Eyes blurred and swollen smelling of death,
Terror instilled on the hearts of so many,
As they’re are sold for the worth of a penny,

You’re cruel and you’re vicious you know not what they faired,
You’re words drip with acid sadistically shared,
You carry infection and taint all those near,
I bring you dear folks the esteemed auctioneer,

The slayer of hope with malicious intent,
With a cross in his hands he believes he’ll repent,
As I watch from the corner of life so ill fated,
Blood pours from the wounds on the backs now serrated,

My eyes know no mercy and I’ll **** with a glance,
I know nothing of black, white and grey filled with chance,
I speak for the demons that live off the hate,
Thrive on the loathing of these people’s fate,

There are no angels in this room filled with pain,
After all who could stand in this blood filled domain.

Rough hands used to hold my own,
And still the small bird sings,
They shared my bed and shared my home,
The golden bird death brings,

The shadows seemed so far away ,
Attached to moonlight skin,
Who’d bring it back to where he stay,
And choke the song within,

A golden ray of light there lies,
Within a dreary hell,
Among translucent smog it dies,
A death toll time will tell,

The siren sobs its mournful cry,
Where gentle hands won’t tread,
I pray the little bird may fly,
I unravel like a thread,

I trip and fall a dozen times,
I sob a sirens mournful wail,
A feeling not expressed in rhymes,
I know m mind it will not fail,

A little bird within a cage,
The golden light it now does fade,
Fall to my knees so false is rage,
The bird like me a shade.

I whip myself towards them,
The shadows fall around,
******* forsaken graveyard town,
I scream without a sound.
    
Through blackened dust he does emerge,
Eyes wide shut like broken glass,
My mind and heart within me serge,
I turn to lips where rhyme would pass.

And at my feet lies a broken rose,
Not long without its stem,
Once in sweet compose,
Now in black condemn.

My head upon his coal filled chest,
Feels like my hearts undone,
The lullaby has paused to rest,
And now his song is sung.