Jamie wakes up
A gunshot from within
Eyelids crash into the cage

Jamie gets up
The heavy shadow also rises
The unwanted, only company

Jamie takes a shower
Water pouring hot and clean as angry man's blood
The bars cannot be washed nor melted

Jamie, the golden child
Jamie's gold is turning into stone

Jamie takes a bus ride
Circumventing the forever nameless faces
Are their shields up too?

Jamie gets to school
Nails buried deep within the palms
A secret buried deep within it's ugliest of kingdoms

Jamie laughs much too loudly
For it takes an earthquake to cover the storm
It's relentless shivers just won't die

Jamie, the martyr
The crown of thorns restlessly resting on Jamie's head

Jamie walks back
Way back
Yesterday's sun - today's dark cloud

Jamie listens to a song
Swimming in the pool of ease
A pool much too shallow for Jamie's big fat shadow

Jamie stops to smell the flowers
But finds none
Only a concrete meadow swallows Jamie's feet

Nobody ever considers Jamie
But this evening Jamie is considering

Jamie comes back home
And finds all hopes lay fast asleep
Or is it the reek of death?

Jamie undresses, and then some more
The essence without thick skin collapses
It's tortured and it tortures
It's weak and it weakens
It's broken and it brakes

The menacing trigger
The blood flow
The bare images of hot white pain
It all drifts away
As Jamie drifts into sleep

Jamie, the divine soul tainted
Much too used to taking bullets

Jamie, the heart that bravely fought

Jamie, for who would have thought so many demons
could live within an angel?

The poem of madness
I woke up to write
Your smile above the sadness
Just a bit too bright

The painting of flower beds
Getting smashed beneath a reckless shoe
That time you tore to shreds
Everything I thought I knew

The song of a trumpet choir
As if proclaiming a sin
Turns as softly as young fire
To a lullaby followed by a violin

I'm far from the smartest
Beneath your mysterious heart
I may be a natural artist
But you're the natural art

You are a piece of paper at the bottom of the sea. You crumble in hands. From them, your pieces float in even greater depths. In our air you lose your breath, forever unread.
You are a dream slipping through the fingers of my awakened mind. You leave, disappear, come back only as as inexplicably familiar scene, an unusual word, a weird movement, proof that you once reigned, all shadows and reflections, molds of a long gone foundation.
You are a melody whose notes I cannot write, but only hope they fade away as slow as possible.
You are my unimaginable, unfathomable, inconsistent.
If i were a scientist, you'd be my famous discovery. If i were a philosopher, you'd be the purpose I seek.
But I am an artist. So you will remain my inspiration, my everlasting persistence, my spasm and my movement, a hope for my best piece. And they say those are never finished.
Very simply, or most complicated, you are, and forever will be, my noise of the sun.

To the East
Where I will join geishas for a feast
And to the South
Where I will burn within the hot sun's drought
And to the West
Where I will let the mad winds put your shreds to rest
And to the North
Where I will make frozen ground my fort
And to the Center
To the very core
I will run
Jump head first into the mystery chained hollow
I will do this as a promise
Gods help you if you were to follow

What was once bright now turns to shady
A lady dressed in lace
Will you embrace her summon of dark?
The final mark awaits those who dare

In the unknown who will thrive,
Close their eyes and dive into the cold
Fiercely unfold her sheets of night
Conquer the might and be her slave?

She bites her icy lips
And moves her hips to the sounds of wind
Who will lay pinned to her bed of dead leaves?

Surrender to nature's creation
The sweet ******* of her winter realm
Let her overwhelm your last summer thoughts

Blessed by a curse
The devil chose me as his bride
His claim for me perverse
My shame banished by a ***** tide

They say I've got fifth ace up my sleeve
But it cannot be, for I am bare
Lying, waiting, dying to receive
The most exquisite nightmare

I paint my lips with his bane
His seed of pitch black dread
My master and I will reign
And prove the blood is indeed red

I've misplaced my last thought to resist
As my yearning grew to strong
Taste me, master, I insist
You'll find I taste so wrong

Ten.
She climbed mountains
For a promise of so very little
But got less
Nine.
She was fine with less
Drunk on the comfort
Of her fake dreams
Eight.
Fake hope crawled in next
A hope that screamed it's death
But she wouldn't listen
Seven.
She did, however, listen
To all sorts of problems
That got nothing on hers
Six.
What else was hers anyway?
She was smart enough to pity her mirror's reflection
But too weak to break it and risk years of misfortune
Five.
Whether it was misfortune or destiny
Her eyes were often suspiciously shiny
From seeing the same sad movie over and over again
Four.
Over and over again she went about her days
Snuffed by the things she did alone
Hoping someone would knock on her cocoon's door
Three.
Knock and say "I care about you,
your Majesty, I love you even
You're the one who makes it easy."
Two.
You'd be surprised how much easier it is
To dig than it is to bury
And how much harder to bear
One.
No matter how hard it gets
She'd never really leave
Not while there's still crap for her to hold
And **** for her to bury
Not while she has the will to carry an empty space in her heart for the precious nothing she needs so deeply.

But what when she reaches Zero?

If I don't say it, it's gonna eat me from the inside
If I do say it, it's gonna eat me from the outside
So I write it
Put it in a solid paper cage
For all the other precious misfits to keep safe

My biggest former wish,
I must tell you,

When I was just a little wheel
I spinned in hope of one circle taking me
To one like you.
I'm close.
You're close too.
We're almost there.
We're there.
And now I get too see
That you too are just a little wheel
A part of me is stuck in you
A part of you is stuck in me
But we cannot stop
For when our love rusts
So will we
And we must keep spinning

I must tell you,
My dearest future memory

Allow me to be a tourist in your head and I'll repay you with the greatest travel book my pen allows.