Embrace me deep.
Feel my heat.
Listening, sweet.
Rough lips, come cheap.

Caress my soul.
Comprehend me whole.
Eyes in your control.
Just one of your sheep.

Think I'm a fool?
My mind under your rule.
Not malicious, not cruel.
But yet my heart will weep.

You came from foreign blood.
Alive in solid mud.
Observe me like wasted crud.
Yet, yearning lives inside.

Pathetic. Not atoned.
Your hands persuaded and condoned.
Now I'm left for dead, alone.
Somehow I understand your thrill ride.

I wish i could say that you are the only thought
in my mind
before
i sleep.

But your kisses are momentary
and your words mean nothing.

I wish he knew his eyes sting me and his words
in my mind
before
i sleep.

But his kisses are hers
and his words mean everything.

Your soft hands
on mine.

Your warm heart
in mine.

Your strong kiss
becoming mine.

It is your love,
not mine.

Cringes* I suppress.
Trapped in sullen mess.
Tangled and undressed.
I thought I wouldn't feel.

Gazing from the edge.
Slick and falling--the ledge.
Sinking further, they dredge.
Corroding me in mud.

Awake, but a ghost.
Transparent at the most.
Your game is but a host
to anything polite.

I learned, my friend.
At river's red and mucky end.
Lies are calling, backs must bend.
My heart's what hurt the most.

You travel like wildfire.
Trap all those who inquire
where you came from or what you desire.
You, *sire, are more lost than me.

Silence plays a melody
of toils and years of doom
listening, and beckoning
filling an empty room

A weather new to any age,
an abundance of empty thought
The Woulds and Shoulds are raining
from clouds of memories sought

Plaguing some of purpose
and filling some with fear
making sudden noises
for the loudest minds to hear

Parading round in fervor
and examining the lost
too loud to even recognize
but colder than eyes of frost

He is the oldest raconteur
but somehow a cowardice
of showing no reaction
to the world **aflame in bliss

Photographs are blurring.
The air in here is stirring.
The doors become alluring.
Sitting in solemn silence.

My pulse is ever fading.
The walls are now degrading.
In memories, I'm wading.
Walking in solemn silence.

I see them all speaking.
I see her mother shrieking.
I see their eyes are leaking.
Standing in solemn silence.

A rose. A path. A smile.
The only, for awhile.
Two steps could be a mile.
Looking in solemn silence.

Nineteen years was brief.
I wish I caught the thief.
In her veins, it found relief
In solemn silence.

Finding out who I am
is like searching
seeing,
hiding my eyes.
Never opening,
my soul.
Trying,
Needing someone
to save me.
And knowing,
finding,
that only I can.