The lacking is killing,
And it is chilling,
Us to the bone.
Eris is cold.

The Goddess tricks herself into warmth,
Holding an item of memory,
Close to her withering body,
Shaking uncontrollably.

The realization of guilt widens her eyes,
And violently destroys her control.
A promise of eternity,
Becoming a shallow story.

The ties were weak,
But she tugged them as she climbed,
Laughing at every quivering tear,
Of the breaking rope.

Wind blew her out of her body,
And the lacking came.
There was nothing,
In the everything she promised to throw away.

Feeling overcame the Eris of discord,
And she fell to the bottom,
Splattering a story with her blood,
And she swept her conceit into the bloodied earth.

Goodbye, Eris.
Hello, Eris.

Hey, pretending man,
Do you like kissing my neck?
Is it tasty?
I didn't know shadows could taste.

Hey, pretending man,
Do you know why I'm lonely?
Are you able to feel my sensation?
I didn't know shadows could feel.

Hey, pretending man,
Can you say those words again?
The ones where I follow,
Into your ending.

Hey, pretending man,
Can you touch those places again?
I know I'll grow and sink into the ground,
But I want this.

Pretending man,
I'm ready to conceal a worry,
And a wish,
And always miss,
The tangible things.

I see a comatose shell,
Fighting a deadline.
It sprouts wings of waiting,
Just like mine.

Withering, yet standing strong,
In a jealousy inducing calmness,
While my colors swell,
And I burst.

There are soft spoken scribbles,
Of an odd one's head.
The scribbles continue for centuries,
Trying to strike a chord in someone's heart.

Maybe things that transcend time,
Are meant for their hands.
Maybe things that stay in shapes,
Are meant for mine.

Finding you is sweet enough,
To corrode my will.
Sugars in the atmosphere,
I'll eat my fill.
Can't you see it's powerful?
I feel a chill.
Finding you, I've found me,
And now I see, it's not pretty.

Watching you cower down in fear,
Is too tempting and sad for me.
Why is the thrill of working to earn it all,
Giving me such overpowering emotional masochism?
It's not enough to have it now, first you must fall.
Switching is uncontrollable, it's intertwined.
Whenever I picture it, what I see and what I feel.
In all this, it's you I find.

It's not really forgiven,
No matter what you say.
Temporary strength is what arises,
From the indistinct pain.
My recollection of you grows dim,
I'll never win.
It all softens in my heart,
As I forget that we're far apart.

The night is rekindled by another,
But no matter what,
I have hope that I can find you.
This is me, finding you.

In between the faces of war,
An ideology that will further keep,
Them on a tight leash.
It is clear to me,
That the waters were clouded here.

Come to your senses in refreshed detail.
It'll all be bowing or dying,
Either way you fail!
Do not let it be known that you have eyes,
Or they'll put them in the lord's sockets.

Pressure, Oh, pressure, Oppression.
What a heavy rain today.
What a heavy reign these days.
Will the clever fool ever learn?
In your eyes be sure he cannot discern,
What's truth and what's not.

The only hope is a dead man.
I cry gently.

sigh
I'm ready, I'm ready.
Don't pester me.
I don't even want to go.
I don't want to see the show.

sigh
The streets are lit by...
By what? I cannot say.
The lights tend play,
A trick on my mind.

sigh
The moment that I need,
A stream of light,
I'm finding,
It hard to come by.

sigh
The night drags on, so dreary.
Why don't you fear me?
Isn't the lifetime ahead,
Climbing into your bed?

sigh
The eyes are looking this way.
I don't want to give you my number.
Mine is a face you won't remember.
And if you see it, it'll be in dying embers.

sigh
The eggshells break, no matter what you say.
The sidewalk's not for ****-ups.
In the road you will stray.
The caliber of your faking is ****** up.

sigh*

I cannot face it.

The thin cloth and the naked body under it,
Such details were important to the ceremony.
And so were the eyes that laid to rest,
On my legs after the water took up the white.

My fright was ignored,
For his practice was more real.
As the drowning took place,
His eyes took in my struggle with gratification.

The promise of his life stood next to him,
Her eyes empty of everything.
Her millions of children were all that mattered.
The water was cold and the pure cloth clung tightly.

The baptism was over.
And so stood it.
FAITH.
A DAMNATION TO FAITH.