I have a cocoon
I hide inside it
My shell stands tall and proud
The soft parts unlit.

Day by day I rebuild my home
Each night I repeat
'One day, it'll be done
One day, it'll be complete'.

Something goes wrong every hour
And I fix it every time
Trying to hide the crap within
Making sure I appear sublime.

Yet some person always sees
The escaping crying soul
They eye me curiously, and say
'When'll you be done? Your home has a hole!'

'Who's the girl who runs there?
Bring her home, we must find out!'
I stand powerless without a word
Stunned still when I want to shout.

'How do they notice the leaks
The cracks in my facade?
Have I not perfected the art?
Do they only know that I'm scarred?'

I cannot run away
The ghosts of the past lurk
A place I cannot exorcise
One of these days, will I go berserk?

She wanted more
          But
               He wasn't enough

He never felt complete
         because she wasn't
                                his other half

Part 1

I come to you with openness
Conviction
Revelation
With truthfulness

We need to be Opposite
Different
Influence
By Jesus

Humanities
Influence
Weakness
Is found in material things

We need to leave our mark in history
Not by what we can see
Physically
But by what we cannot see
Spiritually

There is a war
For our soul
Don’t lose
Control

For many are covered in darkness
Emptiness
Hopeless
In blindness

We need to bring the light
Shine
Bright
Into their life's

Because humans are like a water stream
They go
With the flow
Don’t understand what’s beneath

For they are deceived
With unbelief
Angry
Cannot forgive

Pride
Lies
Fights
And everything in between

Part 2

Commandments from one through ten
Freely chosen
Broken
Did not listen

Women and men
Following the Serpent
Their spirit affected
Now dead

Offend
The one who gives them
In His book written
Mention

His affection
Listen
Pay attention
All humans

We are His children
Lesson
Not rejection
Autumn love demonstration

We have fallen
But we are not demolish
Destruction
Will come to Satan

From beginning to end
He planed
To Send
His only son for redemption

Crucifixion
Dead
Blood red
Sins forgiveness

Three days rose
From life to death
From death to life
Site-Eye

On the Man who changed history
For all humanity
Spiritual
Eternity

Jesus is that Men
Come to HIM today.
Amen

I feel sick,
Sick of your
Presence!
I rather pick,
Pick myself up
With my senses
You see me weak
But I am strong
You won't get
What you seek
...Your thinking is
So wrong!
Stop showing
Me, that you care
People with golden
Hearts are so rare
You are not
One of them, liar!
Stop temperamenting
My mood, else you'll
Burn in hell's fire
Of your hopeless,
Madeup stories
Let me live in peace
Without any
anxieties and worries...

©sim

Lie to me
Tell me that you love me

At least this way I know you are
Telling the truth

the dining of open flesh,
bares its bitter bourbon taste of silence
into a room masking ****** with romance.

the disguise of trampled hedonistic elegance
from dead mouths, liberates black moons, stolen
from charcoal hairs of blood fed suns.

the devil pleads golden,
rinsing off broken souls,
pushing them to their belonging tides of famished sea.

lathering ashed breast bones prepare starving vessels
into hissing snakes, into a porcelain face.

banking celestial existence weeps into tortured passions,
feasting on self destruction.

a desired blackened grave blooms venom,
knotting its unnoticed self to daring victims,
harvesting a norm of perpetual sin,
dwelling real and unchangeable; like gravity.

the dining of open flesh,
swears its inevitability.