Snow so cold
So beautiful to the eye
Yet she Sits in the dark
Searching for the man inside
She lacks no intelligence
Yet, she searches with might
Trying to find courage
To win her fight
The battles are gallant
Doesn't seem quite so
Snow will do
what snow does best
Snow will fall
Letting the darkness consume her tattered soul
Would it be much easier
To give in to the darkness
blood pours from snow
Making white turn from red
From red to almost crimson black
It looks more horrid than it is
When they burry her body;
The song of death will play
After years of hearing it in her head
Others will hear instead
They will cry and hurt
Over the blackness
That ruined the purity of snow

I often like to lay; eyes closed among the ground, silent breaths, I make no sound. These are the times I myself wish that I would cease to exist. It starts getting lonely, your only friends are those marks on your wrists. I've been too busy hiding from others, but now I look around it's just me hiding under the covers. Under the blankets safe and warm, a place where dreams go to die. I feel unworthy of a compassionate touch the way it feels to hate my reflection, I'm the only person I can't love. I give second chances to everyone but me, it seems I myself is what's holding me back. Holding me back from being free

The crow will come for me, fear not, I am not afraid. I kindly greet the beast, not hesitating  to get on his back. Confused is he, for he didn't even have to ask. As I slip into thy slumber the beast of the night whisks me away. On his back we fly into eternal darkness. He knows I won't be back, yet he assures my loved ones lies. He comes back time to time. Teasing and taunting the ones I hold so dear. "Will she ever come back ,and mend our broken hearts?" Do they not get it? Do they not see? Once along the crows back they're is no returning to the place I felt safe. Yet the lies come tumbling out of the fowl, "perhaps someday when the sun sets high, greeting the moon not just passing her by" The hope that flutters through there hearts rips me apart. Alas if I was not dead, it would break my cold heart. They will never see me again, not even when their time is at it's end. When the crow ushers them on his back, even then I will not see them. I am too far gone, smothered in darkness. This happened years ago when my heart turned cold, and my world began to snow. So as the raven greeted me offering his warmth, of course I'd climb aboard. Anything to escape the winter in my bones. For I am selfish and needed relief, I ended the blizzard, and set myself free.

his darkness became
tainted by my red

i burst like the sunrise
on the canvas of his skin,
raw and hot, red, red, red

i set flame to the somber
blues we'd once painted
our skin deep with.

kissing the echoes of
our past, but always
pulling away too soon.

i was too red, too vibrant.

he didn't like the taste
i left on his tongue
it was bitter like him,
it stung of the past he'd
tried to bury on my lips

my skin would ash
but he'd miss the flames.
my pulse would gallop
and intrude like
summer into his veins.

"You took your hunting knife and stabbed it in my back."
"Swiftly but not quickly, I was your precious prey."
"You caught me in a frozen state; taking advantage of the young, I was your prey."
"I thought that you loved me, I thought that you cared."
"But now I see the evil deep inside my daddy."
"Trusted him when I knew so little."
"Rookie mistake now give me a break."
"Those dagger eyes, piercing with grey, haunt my dreams and in my wake."
"I've let you define me, marking me with all kinds of pain."
"Bring my brush and paint, I'll tell you a story."
"The story of me, growing up saying sorry."
"It wasn't anyone to blame but him."
"Tore apart my soul, left me with no childhood."
"Trying to play the innocent father, but you shed the blood of your innocent daughter."
"Mother didn't know, what step daddy did."
"She was in love with him after my real daddy left.."
"That's what I don't understand, what type of man, takes away the trust of a child, right after her heart was healing?"
"Did you even think about the wounds you we're reopening?"
"My stomachs filled with moths, where butterflies should be."
"Eating at my insides,screaming internally."
"I always thought I could get rid of them."
"Only knowing one way how.."
"Selfish and cowardish, but I needed out."
"I needed help escaping my hell."
"Take the paint brush out of my hands, and carve your initials into my heart."
"In your sick way, you're always with me."
"You helped dig my grave."
"Good bye daughter, good bye sister."
"You took the life of a person, I wasn't a doll."
"Even dolls don't last forever."
"Now drop my casket into the ground, shocked and unaware."
"You'll be there with a smirk on your face."
"You broke me daddy, you won."

i still remember the nights
spent tracing her lips, looking
for meaning in their cracks.

(shrunken spines, curling
lips and cosmic eyes.)

she'd kiss away my fears,
paint them black and blue,
distorting memories until
they became meaningless
lies dripping so easily off
her tongue that i'd soon begin
to mistake them for truths

(shrunken spines, curling
lips and cosmic eyes.)

Untouchable, she was the
kind of beauty to keep you
transfixed, swirling skies,
killing time, the crescendo
building up in your head
until everything just
suddenly
               goes
                       blank.

she was shrunken spines,
curling lips and cosmic eyes

i loved her, i hated her,
i still wish i could see her
without the memories
lying breathless,
clouding my gaze.