He came to the conclusion

in a profusion of elation

that it was all a delusion

pieces of her crafty illusion.

It was a trap out of proportion

as the spider webbed her lies

around his hapless innocence

crooned sweet arsenic ballads

corralling him in her fenced pen,

prisoner of her wicked wiles.

Drew her evil blade of no tomorrow

across his docile proffered throat

ending what had once been

lilting songs of their beginning.

The only thing still touching the one I love is the sun. I chased him off into the distance, and now I'm stuck inside the shadows. I've tried this before, and lost far more than I gained. I know that even true love dies, but how much does it take with it? Some people survive the loss, other's fade away to nothing. I fear my fate will be to lay down, and die. My heart aches, and it's as forceful as a river. A one way current that's caught me, claimed me, and swallowed me whole. Will we always be this controlled by our pain? It's brought me from the soil to the sea, pleading with me to lose myself to the waves. I question if I should fear death, or if I should welcome it at this point. Our chaos has me confused. It feels as though the wolves have been set free to run wild on my heart. They're relentless, and hungry. It's not as though i'm not still craving you. I don't think that piece of me will ever fade. It's the part of me that knows not even these words will last that wants it all to fall to the ground. My mind knows nothing but to love you, and my heart can't help but embrace you. I've been forced to build some thick skin in order to withstand the pain this has injected into me. I feel like I'm the moth, and you're the flame. I got to close again, but I'm lost without you. I'm afraid of the dark, and you're nowhere to be found. Are we better off sailing this world without each other? Or is it a death sentence either way? Doomed in love or cursed apart.

I am weak to many. They claim me, and embrace me inside of their chaos. The light and the dark. If I had to choose it would the light. Speeding me up, pushing me into the music. It takes hold so fast. Inside me, inside my heart, inside my veins, inside my spirit. It doesn't relent. It twists itself like a knife into me, threatening my life. Threatening my soul. But I caress it still. I carry it wether it's in my hands or not. It's my worst enemy, and my biggest ally. It's shaped me into a monster, a dancer, a writer, a demon, a human. It's become my bounty. My memory. Haunting and inviting. I miss it with each step I take away from it. It is the darkest part of who I am.

Fingers to keys writing turning mechanical

The only way to keep my mind reliable

To put down the words

That can be philosophical

Tyrannical

Or in cases can make me seem diabolical.

Writings that mean something and are topical

Tell the truth but it’s taken as something ironical

A one liner here and pretend to be comical

When inside I’m dying whilst writing my chronicle

Likeable

Desirable

Admirable

Playing a role that is always advisable

Whilst people wait with bated breath

For the next words to come

From a source that’s reliable

With an undeniable

Mind

That is just slightly maniacal

If you love her, and want to affect her, echo her behavior.

Become a mirror she can use to see herself.

If she loves you, she’ll begin to question.

If she begins to question, she’ll start to see.

If she starts to see, she might understand.

If she can understand, she could believe.

If she believes, only for a moment, she’ll see your soul.

If she sees your soul, even for a moment,

She’ll be angry because it wasn’t what she expected.

If you haven’t lived up to her expectations, you may see yourself

In a mirror made of her.