BruisedTell me the words I desire to hear, your honesty is optional.Bandage my deepest wounds, while cleansing your bloodied blade.Be so selfless to put me first, only to use me as your human shield.Take the courage to lash out at my enemies, just to feed your own ego.Praise me for my generosity, knowing I'm gullible enough to give you what you want.Beg me for my forgiveness, only to repeat your betrayals.Confide in me your fears, just to take from me my hopes.Create in me a purpose, then reveal it to be meaningless.Leave me with my darkest thoughts, making your escape with my dreams.Set the standard for my expectations, left with nothing but a broken promise.
Rage InsideSat still, eyes closedDeepest breaths to fill the lungs,Exhaling, Releasing,The warm and toxic atmosphere.Down within, Twisted core,Blood boiling rage of hatred,Tensing, Clenched,Muscle fibres stretched to limit.Images seen, vivid, clear,Oozing crimson river flowing,Dizziness, Conscious,Exquisite pain keeps me here.Sit up, Eyes wide open,Looking around I am not broken,Trapped, Inside,These thoughts kept locked away.
A Kiss of StardustOnce upon a windblown nightThe stars above they shined so brightThey glistened and sparkled so far up in the skyIf only I could have one,If only they weren't so high.So I picked up a stool and set it on the ledgeI hope they don't catch me I should be in bed.Well I reached up one hand and reached to the starsMy hand almost brushed one, but they were too far.So I added a ladder and tried for one againBut this time I fell so what happens then?Well I tumbled and tumbled and fell towards the sunThis nightly adventure wasn't ending so funEventually I landed in a field of black dust.Oh look now I'm dirty, I sat and I fussed.I looked around at the murky night sky.This isn't a star, oh dear, where am I?I sat myself up and I wandered around,Am I sitting up? Or on Earth is this upside down?Hesitantly peering my head on the edge,I thought to myself, is this a star? Maybe it's dead.The sad little stars all alone in the sky,Had not a glimmer, not a twinkle, just a cry.I huffed
darking...darking...darking in the rain, darking alone,dancing with a corpses bonedarking is the witches dancedarking, entering a trancea witch in the graveyard, darkingis like a child on the street walkingdarking is the blackest artdarking is the life's best partdarking in the dark, darking all the timedarking, and not committing a crimedarking is freedom, darking is puredarking is the world's only cure...
DepressionThe pressure inside building,Forcing against the cranial wall,Too many thoughts of degredation,Self abuse and longing to fall.Distorted images of goodness,Twisted into pain and torment,Relentlessly pushing forward,Closing the mind to this lament.Darkness sheilds the soul,Refusing to release it's grip,Drawing deeper into despair,From the chalice of the damned now to sip.The depths of this world grow cavernous,Harder to scale the sides each day,But from the underworld of depression,I will conquer and find my way.
i just wanted to make you something beautifulyour goodbyetasted like coldtoastrather bitter, reallykind of poetic--&a bit absurdwhile waltzingaround your bedroom(hitting my shinon the nightstand)a goose dabbingits beak inlyrical genuisa little less thanbrillance& every law of thermodynamicspressed againstmy inspiration
A Single Tree, Hidden in a Forest of LeavesIf it's with me you'll stayI wouldn't have it any other way.You don't know what you do boy,I just don't know what to do with youAll I know is...You never quite know what you doEven as I come unglued.You retain your natureEven when it seems to hurt you.How you do it I don't know,ButEven if I don't spend the rest of my life with youWhich I think would be cool. Even if the whole world doesn't think like I do.You are fast becoming part of me.If it's with me you'll stayI wouldn't have it any other way.You don't know what you do boy,I just don't know what to do with youAll I know is...I want you to see what I see.Your shy smileAnd sparkling eyes.Unsure of your standing,You attempt to hide.But what you don't know,Is how little you need try.I can speak little for othersAs I am just a wandering bardIn search of something we can't see.If it's with me you'll stayI wouldn't have it any other way.You don't know what you do boy,I just don't know what to do with
BrokenI don't know why they call it a broken heart, because it's not, really.It's more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds.It's like it's literally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process.And oh, it hurts.If you've never had a broken heart you won't understand, you probably think it's an emotional thing, like it's all in the mind.But it's so much more than that.It's a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn't quit.It's a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt.Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes.And then you're crying because it's just impossible not to do so.And even when you're all cried out, it's still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you've ever
Sea of LoveWhile the radio was playing "Sea of Love"My ship sailed in.Running to the harbor of your armsI soaked up your kisses.My ship sailed in.Trying to drown in your essence,I soaked up your kisses,Attempting to swim away from my own troubled shores.Trying to drown in your essence,I flooded us both with my tears.Attempting to swim away from my own troubled shores,I asked you to dance in the rain.You said you have a fear of water...Running to the harbor of your arms...And your heart remains anchored in a foreign port,While the radio was playing "Sea of Love."