To You, From You

And if I could see a promise kept of your silver smile,

Maybe it would stop the sun from looking quite so bright.

It’s been blinding my tears, every golden sunrise,

And now I’m fallen, sick and tired.

My head’s sick, tired and spinning,

Everything’s hitting

The walls inside.

Look behind,

The corners of my sordid, twisted, disappearing mind.

Too many empty words that lie,

When you read everything I want to shout in my eyes.

Wonderful Christmas Time?

Take this pretty mistletoe and live under its prying eyes.
Dreams filled with wistful, dying breaths and excruciating sighs.
The frosted windows scream cold into your breath,
With your arms around me, aim it at my neck.

I Won't Tell A Name

My irises land on you, hard to look elsewhere when you look like that

Look straight back,

Just to glance away, look away, now fixated.

Replace recurring tears, try to keep still

My eyes set straight, looking straight, into my bedroom walls.

Don’t trust my smiles on the last day of my year

Ignore forced laughs, a heavy chest nobody sees, masked.

Simple to speak, difficult to be true

Words that could save me from dying over you.

Dry Floods Of Emotion

Perfect lies cried out, lying here,

Staring at eyes that can’t cry her tears,

Arms holding, but out of reach,

Euphoric screaming, feel him breathe.

Hands entwined, possession warm,

Everything so right but entirely wrong.

Shrill But Gentle Dreams Of You

Your voice rings out,

My heart races, heavy.

Look in my eyes,

Smile one more time. Early

Sky turns blue, crying

Like the pictures in my mind.

Flooding heart of red,

Anger, pain, obsessed.

The flattering utterances escaped in song

Drowned all doubt that evidently belonged.

Bitter Fire

Cold, blue light, shards stretched across the wall

Prison of white, intoxicants fed so she won’t fall

The nurse descends, holds a blade in her hands

The only difference is this death’s faster.

Take my hand and shatter the glass gate bars,

Jump to the ground, cracks appear between us.

Words you spoke, I tasted, advice taken from her.

For what? Now I lay broken, hopes flown

Out the life preserving window.

Fast-forward the movement, restless torture.

Nothing physical to push away. Held, transparent tears,

Ashamed, a liar acting with a smile

Hoping for regret so you’ll hold me a while.

Fidelity Ended

Colours of the sky remind me of you.

Walking through a wonderland, stop just stare,

Listen, wind and birds, I hear you smiling.

Hold me, kiss my forehead again,

Please, once.

Our Sky To A Child

Apprehensive footsteps, slipping on washed-out glass,

Fragile legs, shattered months gone past.

Embrace her, lift her, cascading in the shadows,

Trembling, warm beating, sitting frozen in black snow.

Walking on wood, lost in the rings,

Silver sitting alone, on the window sill.

Perverse representation of a love made of stone,

Mutual hatred of the lost one, now you feel at home.

How is he surviving with the bruises on his chest?

While is father breaks to hide, when he knows he’s at his best.

Strangled, thrown and beaten, in our unsurpassed dream,

His nightmare of reality, how much better can it seem?

No mislaid remembrance of the torture, but his heart still bleeds for him.

Commorancy safe and warm, a preference of his.

With evil as his role model, you run tears as long as you can,

He’s your son but you hate him, because he chose his dad.