DreamingI'm sorry for your pain,The pain that I have caused.I see, I promise.And your pain is mine too.But you lost my respect.You lost my trust.You lost my hope,When you didn't share in my dreams.Your brain tortures you with sweetness,Mine gives me nothing.I just want to sleep.
HypocriteI am so sorry.SorrysorrysorrysorryBut how do you care forsomeone that pushes you away?"You mean the world to me"and I receive a laugh."I want to talk"and I receive a laugh.How do you trust someonethat never listens or believes?How long do you stay with someoneyou want to love with all your heartwhen you never feel it returned?"Slut""Loose""Bitch""Fat""All in your head"I can't sleepand I can't eat.I am hollow again,and using everything possibleto distract myself from mymistakes.But leaving was the right choice.
SelfishI was never good with words,And I can't seem to explain myself.I have fallen hard and no one was thereto catch me.Pain brings curled lips, teeth bared,but I don't stand my ground.I run.I am tear stained eyes, pink underbelly,quivering legs, and your words wound me.Words, words, wordsI am wordless.I am worthless.
Soul Burn: Surviving the Storm Like the wind and the thunder preceding the rain, it is his presence and his words that reach me before his hands. There are only seconds for me to register the wall of seething air before I am engulfed in pain. "How dare you correct me in front of your father!" He rushes me from behind, but I am not surprised. It starts this way every time. His fingernails cut into my scalp, fingers ripping at my hair to force my head backwards. "This is what you deserve for straying from your place." I twist under his hand to face him, breath pushed from my chest as I am slammed against the wall. I am cornered. And I am almost ashamed that it takes this little slice of hell for my faith in the Gods to surface. I pray, not to Karma, but to Justice, asking for this to end swiftly and to separate our legal joining. I pray, not to Death, but to Life, asking for her to create a new fate in which I can s
Soul Burn: Touch He’s inside my room, sitting down on my bed, his clothes softly brushing against the blankets. Though the door is shut, I can still hear voices murmuring in the hallway outside. A small ceramic bottle hangs lazily in his hand. He sips from it every so often, scowling as he swallows. From the scent wafting my way, I’d be scowling too. He lowers the bottle, tips his head, and peers at me from the corner of his eye. Steel gray, like the daggers he keeps attached to him. Shit. Pull your head out of your ass and focus. "What did you want to talk about?" He takes another swig from the bottle. "I need to know... Well the thing is, I just-" What is it about this man that turns me into a stuttering, shivering mess? I stare at the bottle in his hand as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Everything I’m trying to keep under control is bouncing about inside my he
Sleepless NightsAnd I can't sleep at night.I refuse, the clenching in my guthoping to hold down the rising sun.I am not ready.I am not prepared.I can no longer handle this.
Soul Burn: Accusation "Why? How could you marry him?" Gaia's anger contorts her face into a frown, but, just like her mother, it doesn't manage to mar her beautiful features. She stands before me feet planted firmly on the ground, hands clenched tight, leaning forward with her own question as if physically projecting it will force me to answer. "He's soulless, he's a killer! How could you bind yourself for life to a monster like him?" "First of all, lose the tone and maybe we can actually have this conversation." I keep my hands busy preparing the food in front of me to refrain from turning around and grabbing her. This kitchen is usually a haven for me where I can relax and share food with my family. It takes most of my will to not smack the accusation off of her mouth. Naz wouldn't be too pleased if I hurt her darling daughter. "You are in my house. You will respect both me and my husband." I hear her t
FearYou cannot tell meThere is nothing to fearof the darkWhen all I see in the shadowsis the multitude of my past sins
Cliche"I want to spend my life with you," is not a cliche.I know you can feel itin the goosebumps that risefrom my skin at your touch
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
Is It Love?If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,would you come with me?If I fell for you,would you catch me?or just let me hit the pavement?
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...tripping over last night's grace,I watch you weave your skinand shake out your hair -soft teal and jonquilshadowing your cheekas the curtains part between your hands.Threads tangle as you turn,telling medawn is a gentle lover,and the tumble of birdsplaiting their soft noteslingers on the pillowswhere your smile is my undoing.
CultistOne day, we’ll worship rustand marvel how it claimedthe world of industrious metal,leaving nothing but slowingreddening struts, half-heartedangles reaching outward.We’ll dive into the wreckslooking for half-sparking wondersthat, when properly restored, gleaminto sputtering song or splittingpictures of different worldsand the faces of old Gods.
I think of youAs suns set afar and mountains flameAnd eagles, turning, turn to fireAsh cold, alone I lieAnd think of you.
You Selfish BastardDrink the poisonand pretend as ifyou aren't slowly killing yourself.But that is your intentionand you've dedicated your lifeto this self-destructive path.Married to addictionand divorced from self-control,you're willing to let your body dieand force your loved ones to watchjust so you can havea night of numbness.Your death isn't going to shock anyoneif you keep down this road.
SettleSettle your bones, love,as you lay them next to mine.Rest your weary body,and let your musclespay their time.Let my fingertips dance,their way along your spine.I am full with peace,Let me give you whatis mine.