Come away with me, I know the perfect place.
A starless night where I can't see your face.
Surrounded by the death and decay of centuries past,
A place where I can bury us at last.

We'll consummate our hatred on consecrated ground
An epitaph, screamed into the void of the night is the only sound.
We'll shatter the peace of the dead as our bodies clash
Our hearts, kindling, our flesh, the flint, we'll strike together and burn it to ash.

Open yourself to me, time for one last round.
Look into my eyes while I pound you into the ground.
Scream my name while I use your body to misbehave.
I'm going to hate-**** this love, straight to the grave.

If all the light and darkness in each other's hearts were known,
who would stand the brightest
and who would stand alone?

Would those with darkness in their hearts be left to themselves,
or would the brightest of them all,
offer light to someone else?

Would the light fear the dark and attempt to stay away,
or would temptation ****** them,
and lead their light astray?


Would the darkness taint the light, causing it to dim,
or would the infectious light from other's hearts,
illuminate within?


Perfection is a fleeting dream, and you will find no pure heart,
for there can be no brightness
without a little bit of dark.

The heat burns—
Like fire beneath the surface,
            Coursing through my veins,
            Tainting everything it touches—
                        Crimson-coloring my face.

Once contained, now slowly breaks free
Anger, to the point of
Pain.
            It thrashes—
            Wanting to be released,
            To engulf everything
                                    From crown
                                    To spine—
                                    The ***** of my feet
                        I'm on fire.

The inferno of my thoughts
Overwhelm me
            Screaming, it's your fault
                        Not your fault, mine
                        I did this, this is me.

Two roads, a choice—
            MY choice.
                        To give the power to break me
                      
My wall crumbling to insignificant pieces
With every word, from the lips
That had to be truth.

Each gaze into bottomless eyes,
            Getting lost in midnight.

The endless patterns traced gently on his skin
            By my fingertips

Holding his comforting hands,
With the touch that warmed my heart


Consciously giving him control.
            Back when he wanted me.

I could have stopped this
            Before it was too late.

Before the hardening of his eyes
            That lied more convincingly than
The tenor of his voice,

Before his touch grew cold and distant
As the eyes and lips that no longer
Belong to me—
Longed for me.

The decision—
            To let it go.
The consequence—
            To burn.

But time, it heals—
            A balm, to the heat—
            I smolder.
            Once livid, it lessens.

In the recesses of my mind
            Festering—
The fire is there,
                      
As my aloe heals,
At it's deliberate pace—
          
With each tick of the second hand,
            The self-inflicted blaze crawls closer
To the end,
The day when the flame licks it's last wound—
The day freed from a personal purgatory.

Time is my companion.

What will it take to feel again?
Something other than the feel of skin on skin.
This non-emotional mess that I'm living in.
Will I ever feel the kind of love that makes your knees weak,
or the bone deep hatred that makes your soul weep?
Must I be numb to all the things that supposedly make life beautiful?
Grass so green that it brings tears to your eyes, the laughter of a child and the preciousness of their smiles..
What is wrong with me?
I want to know what it's like to feel human.
The only thing I feel is tired, tired of pretending.
My smiles are so fake, a **** star would be impressed.

I know that you love me. It's as sad as it is true
because even though I want it, it's not something I can do.
I can love you with my hands, but never with my heart,
it's a twisted kind of loving, that I've made into an art.
I can make you cry my name, until it's branded in your mind.
Although it is unholy, I promise it's divine.
My voice will stalk your memories. My kiss will haunt your lips.
The ghost of a touch, tormenting your skin, left by my fingertips.
A warning wrapped in velvet, sugar coated sin,
the threat of your heart breaking, doesn't stop the want within.
And even though I warn you, it won't make you go away
because despite the fact of things I lack, you still want to stay.
Yes it's selfish, to say the least, but I can't say that I care.
This loneliness of the flesh is more than I can bare.
So listen to me closely, to my siren's sultry song,
I only need this one night, to feel like I belong.
I'm sorry that you love me, and that it's something I can't return,
but come to me, and I'll show you how it feels to truly burn.
When I go, there is one thing I shall both take and leave
The gift of never loving again that was bestowed on me.

Who am I?


My face is the same, but I'm different.
I smile different.
I see different.
I feel different.
Who am I?

I don't know.

Do you know?
I don't.

Who are you?
Do you know me?

Am I the person you remember?
I don't remember that person.

Who am I?
Where am I?
Which way am I supposed to go to figure out who I am?

I don't know.
I'm lost.
There's no path for me to walk down.
If there is, I don't see it.
Do I make my own?

I don't know.
Do you know?

A ****** Cinderella, running shoe-less through hell.
A bargain struck, her soul the price of a paltry wedding veil.
Each night she runs her feet to stubs and always there she falls,
trying to escape her forever after, after the Devil's ball.

And so it seems here we have the princess of the sea.
A sirens call was not at all what it seemed to be.
She brought her human to his death, with but a single verse,
too young to know that that was how a mermaid broke her curse.

Do not forget the once Snow White with her now blackened heart,
Singing to her birdies as she's ripping them apart, while
skipping over the bodies of the seven worthless men,
who broke her mind and left behind what will never be whole again.

Alas, we have a sleeping beauty, now woefully awake.
Her prince did come to give a kiss, but it was his soul, that she did take.
She holds him while she cries and pleads for his life to once return,
but true loves kiss is but a wish, a life for a life is the lesson learned.