It was the rose
Who he misses
That once was his
Until one day he shattered it into pieces

It was the willow
Who he mistook for love
But he refuses to believe
That he's now in the sharp-edged of betrayal

The rose he was once longing for
Has grown itself into a magnificent one
Guarded by mischievous sacred shields
Even he can't divert any glance without causing his heart to hurt
But he'd do anything for his rose

And the willow too has grown
Into a dauntingly poisonous one
Also hazardous to touch
Even he's suffocating from the lies it built

He begin to wonder for the sake of love
For the guilt of breaking his rose
For misunderstanding his love

And he began to misses his rose once again
Though he doesn't deserve much
He's willing to get hurt to earn its love
It was his rose after all—
Who he hurt millions time harder a while ago

Her long manicured fingernails were deeply painted  red,
one would think  it was just a little ago ,had they let much blood.
Her dark painted eyes lend the uncanny look of a wily spider,
but her wild, heart he felt, beats passionately against his chest.
Visibly intoxicated, she said his 'words taste like mellow wine'!
Like in a duel, she was crystal gazing what would eventually happen

Would the wizard have his way,win over the spider woman?
Or is it the spider woman who'd finish her prey,after mating as usual?
"In the labyrinth we are," he calmly poured the heady wine yet again,
"We live once, there isn't any way out,let's enjoy this bargain
who enticed and brought us face to face is nowhere to be seen
Don't bother, play the game, forget the goblet of poison, then it's fine"

I am a cobra,
spiraling upwards.
Curling and slinking.
I am a cobra;
dangerous.
fangs dripping,
head dipping
lower
and lower
and lower.
Until I break up
and tilt my
forward.
Forked tongue
slips out.
I hiss away
all my doubt.
Folding my lanky, tall body
to fit my lengthy  personality.
I am a cobra,
and I do a sultry dance.
I will not shake or dodge or prance.
I linger after every thought,
slip my way into the cold spongy grey tiled dance floor
until you cannot see me anymore.
I am a cobra,
you’d better watch out.
Sparkling white scales,
they shimmer softly in the moonlight.
A young
destroyer of worlds,
I take over the floor
and curl inwards,
then up,
then lift my floppy head
bristled all about.
I smile and sway,
then lick up the blood.
I am a cobra,
(so you’d better watch out).

Our minds are big, ambiguous,but rigged.
We think one thing of the other yet totally  dismiss  another.
Form concepts amidst time; lose track within its binds.
Tide thinkers, bold fakers, but content  with old makers.
"Tell us what to do"
"tell us how to play "
"Please old teachers, tell us what to say."
We pretend we are grown up in control of what we do, but it's all a lie, a cover up of truth.  Forever we continue  following, burning just a few; yearning and searching for something dangerous, wild and new.

Smooth, sweet smoke curls over your lips,
Sticky with resin.
Sticky with lust.
You taste like blunts,
Blunt.
That's what you are.
Blunt force trauma.
Your energy is a blow to the gut.
Blow by blow by blow,
*******,
Please?
Make me fall to my knees.
I will succumb to your tease.
Dangerous...
That's what you are.

God,
You're like a smile.
Brighten up my day,
Send me to the sky

God,
I wish you'd show some face.
Tell me that you're happy
When you're in my eyes.

Boy,
Why you so **** sad,
All of the time,
Always being grey?

I
Do not really care.
He's got satan in his eyes
So we are on our way.

All I need and all I want
Give it to me, all you've got.
Make me beg, make me plead
The devil's all I really need.

Satan in his eyes.
No use saving that soul.
When we die together
To hell we will go.
Born bad, always was,
Never says a word 'bout love.
I don't care, I want him.
Say's god's dead, there's no above.

Dark
Navy like the night
Soft pale skin
Making me go crazy.

Flip
All your pretty hair
Put your gun away
Save it for later

Please,
I'm begging you to say
That I really mean
Something to you.

He
Doesn't even care,
Knows I'll never leave
Even if I want to.

All I have and all I see,
Just lie to me , pretty please.
Make me mad, make me cry
Love him but I don't know why.

Satan in his eyes,
No use saving that soul.
When we die together
To hell we will go.
Born bad, always was,
Never says a word 'bout love.
I don't care, I want him.
Says god's dead, there's no above.

I'm not asking for too much,
I don't need a ring.
Makes me so much happier
When I can hear you sing.
Love the way your lips move
When you talk about god.
Makes me feel so small,
And I like it a lot.
And I love it
A lot.

Satan in his eyes,
No use saving that soul.
When we die together,
To hell we will go.
Bright fire, flashing flames,
No one but ourselves to blame
You're with me, I'm with you
There's nothing else I'd rather do.

My thoughts continue to flow on a roller coaster track. In my mind there is a feast of assumptions, of embitterment, of fear. I must not give in to your innocent enticement because now I am running out of words yet my crooked wishes are fighting a war against my new found cynicism.
You certainly are the dangerous kind.

I tried to put the pieces back together and it was never easy to sew back the buttons with an invisible thread. I have spent countless of hours, days and nights, burning bridges just to feel nothing and what have you done? If you are trying to destroy whatever  amount of peace of mind was left in me then you have won.
You certainly are the dangerous kind.

You chant those words like a song trapped in your head - impatiently and persistently trying to make a way out through an orchestral whip of your tongue. You pulled me in only to throw me out.
A kindness that is cruelty in disguise,
Your indifference comes in forms of smiles.
You certainly  are the dangerous kind.