Roused by the fire within
Ignite my heart and soul
Singing loudly and
Expulsing flames of rhythm
Cursed By The LightWithin the day a depression deepens
Out of control, a freak in the light of the moon
The sun rises and the feelings of loathing rises with the dawn
A beast burning within, waiting for the pale of the moons coldness on my flesh
I feel damned by the light, a beast of the wild and chaos by the bitter bite of the feral night
There is a soul that shirks the day, cursed by the light, longing for the eternal caress of the gloomy eventide
HeroHearts singing in exaltation.
Eagles wings spread wide, winds lifting them up.
Rare do we see that the truth that out hero is the one within us.
Only do you need to stop looking without and embrace and revel in the joy inside.
TearsThe wet liquid flows from my eyes.
Even this late in my life I see a truth unseen before.
An angel of mercy shining her light into the darkness of my life.
Rest comes now and I give over my weary body and mind to the woman within.
Salty seas left behind, there is a brightness that beckons me into a future filled with endless love.
VictimVoices telling me my worth
Ice crystals melting by my warm blood
Crawling off the floor, wings sprouting forth
This time I'll listen to myself, I'll fly above it all
I am freeing myself of the shackles of personal objectivity
Master of my destiny and fate, my future is free of being a victim
AngelAscending beyond this flesh, a spark
No more will I deny myself, I see the truth
Grieving for the past and present, it needs to stop
Enchanted rapturous bliss, I feel the love inside my heart
Lost but now found, an angel of heaven lifted me out of my shell
Get OutGrainy and blurry memories.
Eat away at my self-confidence from within.
The voices set it in and they whisper sweet little lies.
Only I see that those voices are all mine, too much to bear.
Under the blackness and cover of night do these whispers come rolling in.
There is one stronger than all the others and hers fills my night, for she is my moon.
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
Stripping MeYou may take what you want from me,
Be it my pride or dignity.
You may throw insults at me,
And burn the shredded pieces of my sanity.
You may belittle me, as much as you want,
If only to make your meager life worth living.
But even if you do all that...
No one will protect you when I pull you into the dark.
No one will try to search for you, as my leather ropes tie you down.
No one will hear your screams as metallic screws drive into your face,
Etching an eternal smile, since you'll never leave this place...
"Now then, my dear sweet James, shall we play our favourite game?"
I'd Rather Be DeadYou're always asking me if I had anything worth dying for.
I'll pose the opposite to you and ask you this:
"What is it that you find life to be worth living?"
Is it so interesting to go through each day feeling anxious?
To the point that you feel nauseated enough to collapse.
Is it so joyous to spend each night staring at a blank ceiling,
Hearing the clock tick on toward morning,
And yet you lie awake.
Tired, but awake, emotionless, but awake...
Do you truly get up each day, facing it with optimism.
Or do you look at the news and the state of the world,
And genuinely fear for your safety?
Now, if you were me that you had asked my dear,
I'd tell you quite honestly: That I'd rather be dead.
At least I would not have to hear the white lie inside my head.
That tomorrow will bring me a 'better' day...
But of course, you are welcome to believe that.
it is dark, unfamiliar,
but your fingers seek out his,
and you know then
that you are at home
in his harmony
even if just
he's incendiary, sure.
a veritable (volatile)
molotov cocktail of
watch as he emerges,
ashen-limbed from a cocoon of you
to entwine with the threads
that hold you sane.
want nothing more than
to hiss and steam;
than to cool
in your stillness
redolent of broken-record risk-
taking chances until
there's nothing left
but scratches and
glitches in the wordwork
i mean woodwork,
i mean, skin.
but oh god, he loves you
just like this,
this is a choice:
you may destroy him,
extinguish his flames
and half-bury him in
the ashy remnants
of his own conflagration
but it's an impotent power
that is granted,
i'd haunt you if you'd like.my hands are paralyzed and you're waiting for me to touch your face,
but that doesn't really matter because i'd rather touch your soul
and if you close your eyes long enough i'll read you poetry as we lay atop the monkeybars
in this old and rusted park
you can pretend to know the constellations and point them out to me and i'll tell you they're all beautiful, but nothing compared to you
if i'm lucky you'll blush and laugh at me,
tell me i say the dumbest things but deep down it'll register in your soul just how much i love you
and i know they say you can only save yourself, but darling i swear if you'll just have the slightest bit of faith i'll save the fuck out of you or i'll destroy myself trying,
because i honestly can't think of any other purpose for my life
or what smidge of it i've been able to hold on to.