Open up my wounds
Drench me in my sorrow

With every waking day,
hand me another pill too hard to swallow

It gives me thrill
A taste of a dark state of bliss

For who can resist
another opportunity to wallow?

My very own mind made misery
A haven from the first sign of glee

Take me there
so I can go nowhere

Lock me in
the sanctuary under my skin.

There he is, floating around the river Styx, abandoned by the helmsman, left to wander alone.

His soul in despair as he tries to find his way to shore, but the river Styx is endless, no way to escape the waters embrace.

In a pool of lost souls, lonely and cold, floating between the others, each lost in regret.

He wanders for ages as the souls, filled with anything but clarity, meet his eyes with gazes deep as the underworld goes.

Until he meets a wise soul, who seems to have found her way, looking to guide any others that only stray further away.

The beacon of hope, the soft voice he lost along the way.

She says: "Another manipulated soul, deceived by her twisted embrace.

Promised peace and warmth, only to be shackled by anguish and disarray.

Endless questions, dwelling in those lost eyes, no guiding hand, a restless mind.

Wander the river Styx, to the waters where sorrow seeps.

The answers you seek, lie shrouded by mist, in their embrace your shackles will shake,

As freedom unfolds you'll find within yourself a flicker of hope, only then will you be able to escape,

The River Styx."

In the night sky, a tear takes flight,
Like a shooting star, it glimmers bright.
A fleeting moment, a whisper of pain,
Yet in its journey, there's beauty to gain.

Each drop that falls, a wish on the breeze,
A spark of hope among the dark trees.
Though they vanish, like dreams in the air,
Their light lingers softly, a reminder to care.

So let each tear shine, then fade from your sight,
For even in sorrow, there’s magic in night.

Zeigst

Under the howling of the stars
Wrapping us in their moonlight desires
I was there in your time of need
Next to you on hand and knee

Desperation running down your face
You wanted me to be your saving grace
Screaming, crying how you wanted to die
You just wanted to soar and be ready to fly.

The baggage you held onto
It is the oldest of disaster pieces
In the end, I just wanted you to
Find a new kind of peace
Instead, you found a new kind of pain.

Sinking your fangs into my neck
I fell into your trap and took your bait
I wanted to help, I wanted to heal
But this boy you cursed won't die alone.

Another poltergeist added to
My haunted house
Another shattered glass heart

But this boy you cursed
I know he’ll never die alone.

Alone

It Feels More Than It Really Is,

Desolate abandoment
The void left by, taught through
The faces I would turn towards
And truest love I knew;

Yet away from me, unhappily
Or indifferent, themselves have turned
Fixed, never to meet within my gaze
My life or their cautionary tale, decerned

Falling in love with many a friend
From very early on
Where nothing matters like they do,
No matter that they've gone.

No matter that the majority
And best parts of our live's real years,
Are spent relapsing in their memory,
As their aura disappears.

It Really Is More Than It Feels

Alone

it feels like locking
the door on your loyal dog
who loved unconditionally
and saved you from your
sorrowful depths,
but you must go and
all things must end, though,
can’t you hear the whining
through the cracks?
can’t you hear the groan
through the cracks in the spine
made from opening what must
always
be shut?

Sometimes I like to watch people and try to see
Who is happy
Who is free
Who wails at night
And each morning basks in sunlight
Who has a home with a little garden
And who is still trying to make a bargain
Who could find light amidst sorrows dark
Who is healing a broken heart
And I always wonder who could be
As lonely as me