All this time telling me you loved me

Kissing me telling me you want a life with me

Haven't felt this good in awhile

To just be said you don't want me

You love me and care about me

But you don't want to be with me

As I cry my eyes out you don't even try to hold me or wipe my tears

You just touch my body

Stroking my hair

And messy kisses on my neck

I feel so used and heart broken

But I let you keep touching my body

Using me and breaking my heart even more

Because you were the last bit of happiness I hoped for and thought I had and now I'm so lost

I have no hope now

I honestly can't bare this pain anymore

This feeling in my heart I cant even explain

I'm broken and you don't even care

I'm done

oh, what a carousel it'd be
wedding veils, red roses -
what a carousel it'd be
if i was more than your late night girl.

What is it called
When you look at someone
Who've you've been told
Is the enemy
And you see your mirror image?

What is it called
When you finally read about a man
Who your mother calls a traitor
And your father doesn't speak about
And you realize:
"He's exactly like me"?

What is it called
When you want to say it aloud
You want to join the fight
And discover and shout and protest and create
But you can't
Because your father would be fired
And your mother would disown you?

What is that called?

popularity is so overrated

Your lies feel like torn out stitches
Filling me up with love
Covering it up with lust
Telling me you'd change
Crying for my own sake

Every once in a while I'd find a few  straggling threads
I've held on with hope yet you continuasly pull till the very last strand stands

Holding me in your hands
I'm afraid to run
So I still myself
I'm you're muse

You've sewn me up
Yet I allowed you
I watched you pierce my skin
Leaving blood with every word
I didn't call you to stop
Because I'm simply in love

What heinous act could I have played
that the beast is still hunting?
wanting to devour it's pound of flesh

What sins so grave have I committed
that this beast still seeks me out?
to make me repent.

Who gives it the power to choose my demise?
it takes it's own will as testament
to it's righteousness.

And I have given a pound and a half of flesh
I have repented of my sins
I have paid my tithe
I have asked for forgiveness
I have changed my ways
I have paid
I have paid..

And yet it still stalks me while I sleep
and in my waking hours
it gathers strength.

It's pursuit
relentless
never tiring
never slowing.

I will never be free

I run but I will never escape it's might
the rules absent
the game devised for amusement

A pound of flesh for a morsel
an eye for a glance
a tooth for a word
the scales tipped
unbalanced

The law says to the sanctuary I must run
yet it is too far
cornered and scared
panting for breath

Beast  
carnivore  
eater of souls

PREDATOR

In my fear I cannot run another step
muddied and worn
spent
resigned
fate

It's eyes black are devoid of all humanity
it takes a step and I can do but one thing..

**Fight.

When* all things have been said and done,
When together we would laugh and play.
When time is up and we've had our fun,
When you're gone you're really far away.

What would I do without you here.
What to do when I lie alone.
What am I without you dear.
What is there but contact by phone?

Why is good always before bye?
Why must this be so hard to bear?
Why among stars does you name span the sky?
Why is a great distance something to share?

Who are you without a me beside you?
Who told us that love wasn't free?
Who you are shows through in the things you do.
Who said we needed anything but you and me?

Where are you headed after departing?
Where is strength among sadness?
Where fall my tears in which are starting?
Where does one find you in thy *madness?

Shocked in a world of pain
not taken seriously
waiting by the back door to run
nothing to come from the outcome.
Bound to die down in the evening
washing clothes for the sake of believing.
Wondering what will be done
to be broken, some war shall come.
Wish and dream this summer felt
While dealing with this winter guilt.
What the heck
This hurts my neck.
*** and drugs still fill the room
Leading to ultimate doom.
Looking through the window of dispensation
The hours go by
so good bye