I sleep in the shadow of my tears
Painted by the moon on my eyelids
Carved by the rising sun on my cheeks
Dried and hardened to stone threads
Of solemn sorrow and sadness
Grown attached to my skin like scars
Like the ripened wounds on my wrist
From over the years
You were once not like this
I was once stronger
Your kindness withered like my trust
My faith decayed by your indifference
The Heart
Anything of Light
peace seeps in
as I bleed you out
please remain away
in my strength
as well as my doubt
I believe sincerely
only without you
will I be able
to ever achieve
anything of light
you chained me
deep down in darkness
because it was easier
for you to forsake
abandon me thus far
Our Love
I love how much you love me
How much our love can overcome
How even when we no longer exist
Our love still live on
I believe that
I love how much I love you
Even when it hurts
It’s a power greater and stronger
Than either of us
Or together combined
Secrets
I’ll be the faithful bearer
Of all your darkest secrets
Carry them into the night
With me
As I follow you relentlessly
To where you promised
The light would be
Vengeance
When you think you’ve hurt me
Remember
That will merely be the inspiration
The resourceful seed that I plant
To bloom my vengeance from
It will be sweet and swift and hard
Lethal
Fierce and venomnous
But above all
Beautiful
Like the gaping wounds
The ever aching hurt
The never fading scars
You left on me
Hit & Run
You’re a hit and run
No mercy
No taking back
The bullet
That infested my heart
With your love
I have no choice but to follow
As you disappear at the horizon of my dreams
Being there
There’s something so devastating
about their inner broken sadness
of someone who I attribute
most of my happiness to
A feeling so powerless
seeing them helplessly hopeless
with no surge of optimism
seeming to reach through
What can I do?
I know nothing
because I’ve been there myself
all that really helps, is offering to help
Concern and care
are more important
than merely
Being there
The Moon and I
I’m a little bit made of the moon
We are both soaked in the blood
From the life far from us
But close enough to witness
While usually reflecting
What’s thrown at us by the more
Light hearted
We often shade away in our own
Darkness
Of which there are sides
We will never show
Troubled like a cried eye
Or festively drunk on wine
The moon and I are always
One and the same it seems
While.
While I was talking
I lost track of my own thoughts
Your eyes were all I could follow
While I was reading
My eyes welled up with water
Your voice was all I could hear
But you were nowhere near
For long…
Sitting in the pale winter sun
On a bench by the water
I close my eyes
Letting the light illuminate my skin
I imagine myself
On my beloved island
Where the mosquitoes never stop hovering on me
And the smells of life are equally as fondly
To caress me in a warmth otherwise unknown
While the calm breeze on the sea
Tickles my senses with the saltiness
That resemble the tears of my life
This sun of cold shine, walks with me
Until darkness returns once more
Under my feet up to the roots of my hair
And I dream again, of where I for long
Belong to be
Truth Beyond Mystery 