The peace had lasted quite some time in
The shallow corners of my tiny mind was
Utter silence of the oddest tune.

Did I crave your voice to ruin the
Tranquilities which were pursuant since
You left me for nothing less than fine?

How I could wish for a great calamity
Of wind and fire, of earth and sea to
Upset this lonely fate of mine.

And yet here you stand again with
An open hand, slyly hiding a grin on
That unmistakable face of yours.

But just where have you gone- better yet
Where have you been?
What exactly have you done- and just how
Many of them are sins?

In an amiable attempt to reconcile, I saw
You relent and caught a smile when you
Offered your hand in an earnest jest

I questioned you and this sudden change
The pieces laid out as if a game was played
And they were all in your favor.

You’ve been so fond of clever tricks and tease
And I felt implored to take my leave of
Your haughty presence at once

But despite the awful things I’ve learned of you
Somehow my thought keep drifting to the
Wishful corners you occupy in my mind

Who were you now- better yet,
Who have you been?
Why exactly did you return?
And why do I keep letting you in?

And in my quivering hands were yours entwined in mine
And despite all that I’ve said, I chose you every time
And every time that you leave because I’ve said goodbye
You come back again, to stand in front of my own eyes.

For lack of better judgment, and lack of better taste
I’ve come to accept this fiendish look upon the face


Of myself in this mirror.

© 2014

Cut it around the bend,
Eyes focused on the descent of time
A droplet ascertaining life
Dripping with momentous flow
Unadulterated and unimpaired
The form of a will occupies the air
Cut it around the bend,
There is nothing to the descent of time

Covered with unsteady palms
The warmth of these guilty hands
Swelling red from where pain still stays
Marked by the bitter pangs
Of the memories that persist and fight to remain
The feelings that soak in deep as much as they stain
Covered with unsteady palms
There is no warmth in these guilty hands

Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
A redden life will begin to grey
Now parallel to a cold horizon
Intoxicated by yet another day’s
Reminder of priors and those yet to come
Motions kept by the rise and setting of suns
Streaked and aligned amongst tiles
There’s nothing left of life but grey

It’s all over.

© 2014

I've laid my sword down to save a soul
One that was not worthy of penance
Spoke love out of fantasy
But this was the only choice I could see

White wings were cut down and her eyes so impure
Blood ran to a river's length as far as my vision could see
My lips were purged of a faith turned to fallacy

Within a kiss that was so familiar to me

My eyes were pure, my faith was strong
Betrayal struck where my heart belonged
Killed by my own, my heart sang off
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

My heart bore fangs now that my eyes knew fear
Vengeance meant survival- survival to end the means
Of betrayed hearts waiting for the blood of the one who deceived

My eyes breathed hate, my faith was wronged
Emptiness grew where my heart belonged
To **** my own despite the costs
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

Cautiously unaware, her fears at bay
I rested there motionless- my actions will still be stayed
Vengeance was achieved before she looked away

Her eyes were silent and no more afraid
She spoke of waiting, waiting just for this day
Though remorse ran her neck wet
Wet with the blood and tears
She was content like no one should be

Her eyes breathed pain, her skin was warm
Regret overwhelmed her heart for so long
I killed my own to gain what was lost
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

She whispers slowly to me
"You were always warm, but you would feel nothing..."
She whispered closely to me
"Wings aren't always white, but does that mean anything...?"
She consoled herself in me
"Your embrace was always cold, yet you would feel nothing..."
She turn her eyes to me
"Vengeance is all you had, but now do you have anything...?"

My eyes breathed hate when my faith was wronged
Emptiness grew where my heart belonged
To **** my own despite the costs
Darkness lives in the purest of us all

Vengeance took my life, my faith I tossed
Emptiness is now my heart's final clause
I killed my own and must pay the cost
My fangs are true, my white wings are lost

© 2014