She left her dead heart
lying beat and battered

She left her oceans of tears
she cried all splattered

She left her severed pieces
all torn and scattered

Fearing another heartbreak
she left it shattered

©

They play tricks
to enslave me,
and seize me
by their vanity

I pray that God
will save me,
release me
from humanity

©

The way that dusk
is the bed of dawn,
enveloping its light
with a blanket of stars

The way her body
is intimately drawn,
to the shelter of night
caressing her scars

©

I wander this crowded street
Foreign, reserved, and alone
Past memories never repeat
Distant, concealed, and unknown

My eyes recollect the places
But the places remain much older
My heart will connect to the faces
But the faces remain far colder  

The strangers will pass me by
Ordinary, humble, or proud
Their voices will laugh and sigh
Composed, quiet, or loud

I walked once through this door
But the door remains never open
I felt belonging here once before
But the before remains now broken

©

Her body was carved
into hard wooden bones
An easel of flesh in
her light subtle tones
Her face was a portrait
in an essence of white
With virginal eyes of
pure innocent sight

A palette of colors like
the dark hollow shades
A cold stiffened brush
like an acid on blades
The withering petals of
a deflowered disgrace
As black tipped thorns
had pervaded her face

A piece of a gamble
to be auctioned away
A mere illustration
for an open display
The human canvas
left devoid of a word
As artwork is seen but
should never be heard

©

4:21am,
and I’m not sure where the hours went
Wondering if it’s worth it all,
all of the wasted time spent?
Struggling to keep myself around
Plummeting deep into the ground
The line I crossed is where I’m bound
A game of lost and never found

4:32am,
and I’m not sure when it started
Wondering if I deserve it all,
whatever left me broken hearted?
A shallow rise for a deeper low
If I swallow lies then I can’t let go
It’s always yes when it should be no
But I reminisce what I used to know

4:43am,
and I’m not sure how it ended
Wondering if I divert it all,
will I come out the other side mended?
I hide in thoughts buried in my head
Live inside the plots I made up instead
I can’t revive when I know I’m dead
And I won’t survive in the life I’ve led

4:54am,
and I’m not sure if I’m myself again
Wondering if I revert it all,
can I go back in time before it all began?
I knew it’s wrong but it felt too right
I grew so strong but I lost the fight
Intertwined with the depths of night
It’s where I find just a glimmer of light

The silence is deafening when it makes a sound

©