I admit that
you've stripped me
of all I once was,
tearing away
each layer I
so carefully created
and clung to
with such brazen
irreverence and zeal,
but though I stand before you
naked and weak
I feel no shame
for that one
small victory
shall be mine
to own and embrace
lest it be
my sole possession,
for this time
you shall not win
and tear my heart
from my body,
a gruesome trophy
to place upon your mantle
with all the molded metal
and feigned smiles,
for from the ruin
you have left
in the wake of your
obscenity, like
the phoenix
from the ashes
I shall rise
with wings of flame.
A creature unknown
to this wanton world
in which I fail to exist
or to any other,
destined to become
just another
casuality on the
hands of the world.

And your love is like
The change of the seasons,
A warm sun
Its friendly glow
Luring the unwary
To a security undeserved,
A safety feigned
In selfish indulgence,
The beauty blinding
The trusting,
Dazzled by the magnificence
But I can see
The rage of the storm
Approaching in the fury
Of the angry, grey clouds
Bringing the death
Of this illusion
On swift, merciless wings
Taking life from
Those who once found
Such solace
As now that sun
Has gone
Abandoning the fruitless
Hope that is held
Devastating as a disease
The pure white snow
A clever disguise
Its true perfection
Hideous in its flawless form
Lost in translation
A mere shade
Of what once was
Sinking slowly
Into desolate despair
To place so low
It is to be known by no other
But rather is to be saved
Only for my wretched bitter eyes
Staved with mockery
And falsities sublime.

The frigid air chills my skin
Its bitter its caress
Wrapping my skin
In its bone thin fingers
This I know
But I remain unfeeling
Just as I seem untouched
By the sun’s warm glow
Not even this light
Can thaw stone
Or give life back to the dead.
And I find myself
Cringing away from
The harsh cruelty
Of the day that is breaking
Like some twisted creature
Contorted by pain
Crippled and ****** to roam
The barren bowls of the earth
Searching in vain
For something unknown
Aware that it will never be found
Sheltered from the harsh eyes of judgment
Hating me for each futile breath I take
The darkness becomes me baby
Can’t you see I wear it well?