BlissScreaming truthScreaming liesScreaming pain through my eyes.But you can's see,No one doesNot my friends,Not my love.It won't stopThis curs'd painReflected like a blood-red flameBetween two mirrorsEndless, eternalThese tormented tears.Clawing fleshTo kill pain withinBut all it bringsAre hopeless tearsUpon wounded skin.My spirit's brokenMy knees are bruisedMy heart's been shatteredMy life's been used.Death winks at meSeductively subtleHer voice lulls meDeceptively sweetI yearn for herWith outstretched armsAnd beg to be kissedBy her sensuous lipsSo lightly pressed upon my own,Which tremor,Cracked and bleeding.My body convulses,Shattered upon the earth,I glance upon the almighty one,He hath forsaken me!My gaze returns to her,My savior, my salvationWith blackened eyes.I've grown weary of telling lies.Grant me thy poison,Sweet mistress.Breathe your giftInto my soul,Intertwine your breathWithin mine.Make me one with yourEternal gift.Grant me fr
StarlightShattered starlightWithin tears of glassAimless among fractalsOf broken dreams.Drunk on delusionFallen hopeBurrowed deep withinA child's lonesome soul.Wine-tingedEyesWhispering nightmaresResounding withinMy tortured mindWatery worldWavers so muchFaeries and nymphsBeckon belowDive headfirstKiss the dragon deepMourning above,Blackened dovesFor lost innocenceBloodied screams to weep.Athame lodgedThe virgin's breastCrimson screamsDrift into starlight.Fractals now rubyAppropriately soVengeful guardians never know.Turn awayFacing greenLeaving lambsIn broken dreams.Fractals bleedSuch impure skinAs they plunge deeperForever lost within.
Society's VictimSo many facesEach contorted in mocking ridiculeThey do not understandHow could theyKnow the tormentOf an empty soul?Yet still they surround me,Fill my every glanceWith ignorant scorn.They will never know.I want nothing moreThan to kill this pain,Make this curs'd world go away.Doctors claim to cure this thingThat they possess miracle drugsYet mountains of pillsCannot save me.Each one they attemptWill be "the one" to helpUntil it failsAnd lets me down,Just like this forsaken worldAnd my mother's hollow eyes.I cling to someone whom I trustWhen we make contact,They crumble to dust.All is dead hereAnd I am tooIgnorant zombies paralyzed by disdainFor me.Damn this "disease"And the doctors' drugsThey cannot kill itI have fallen.Yet another victim of society.
JasonWith bound wrists and a turned faceI try so hard not to gaze upon the placeIn which I laid in your armsAnd first kissed you.It wasn't meant to be specialYou weren't supposed to mean anythingBut some way, somehow you intoxicate meAnd I am falling under your spell.Why you?Such a great distance between our armsNo matter how hard we reachWe cannot touchBut when you're gone,I miss you so much.Each day I fall deeper into youYou are so surreal,You can't be true.Just another plaything,That's all you're supposed to beBut someway, somehow I looked into your eyesAnd your spell enraptured me.
ExhibitedJust call me Queen FutilityNo use for a namePointless, worthless, discarded, lostThose are my claims to fame.Bow down before me,Your worthless queen of crapWho has no crux in her shell -But you thrive on that.I am lonely.I am spent.My soul has gone to hellTell me, you little awestruck leech,Was I this lovely before I fell?An exquisite tragedy,That's all I am.Placed in the spotlightFor all to seeChain me down upon the daisSo the masses can exultThat they are nothing like me.What am I to you?…a piece of art?…a sumptuous plaything?…a forsaken horde of shit?Or does it even matterIf you don't have to acknowledge it?Put me under lock and key,Store me within the glassSo all can revel at my gloomThese dejected eyes,These flawless tits,And this tight pink ass.A walking obscenityPut on displayTo make your life seem betterContorted just to brighten your day.Here I pose,Exhibited for all to seeSo you can scamper homeAnd thank your impalpable GodThat you aren
Abandoned -Return of my muse-When I envisioned lifeI didn't dream of thisWhen I shed my tearsAt least I could feelWhen my muse was hereI knew they were real.My mind's labyrinth has shut me inFleeing from what lies aheadYet finding nothing but dead ends.His words helped me to escapeThis vivid empty hell called lifeThey let me dream, let me breatheAs I was bled of my diseaseThat is, until my muse lost faith in me.Oh! My sweet dark museWhose kisses were freedomHas forgotten his discipleAnd abandoned me within this dark voidEven now, the familiar poison tears streaming down my faceGrant him no cause to listenMy tears pay tribute but they are no longer enough.He wants blood.
Dark MuseMy dark museHe came again this eveWhispered wordsFor me to writeImplanted a tormented soul's depthOnto a dimensionless sheet of nothingnessHe advised meTo take this white purityAnd spatter itWith the blood of a heartbroken ravenWho, even in death,Woefully moans his tale.For my muse,He comes not for joy or daylight.He fears them.No, my muse is not like the othersWhom possess locks of gold and azure eyesMy muse is not one of them.He is different,Banished from the lightAnd bound to nighttime for eternity.No features can be discerned upon his countenance,Only obscure blacknessAnd bloodied eyes.He brought the raven's pleas to meBecause he shall soon mournThe passing of my soul.He wails to me,Wishes me to heed his criesBut how can such a broken path be followedWhen the messenger is without directions?Through my muse,For the raven I writeYet I know not why this muse is mine,Or why the raven cries to me.Although helpless and lost,I still obey my museAnd wri