Mercilessly

I feel you,
My demon.
You're new,
Yet old.

You weigh on me,
Like poison,
And hold me down,
Paralyzing my body and soul.

Your hand,
Viciously enters my chest.
You aren't the slightest bit kind about it.

You grab my heart,
My core,
And squeeze, twist, and damage...
Mercilessly.

Shadows On The Wall

Alone,
A candle flickers across from me.
I watch the flame dance,
As she casts shadows on the wall.
She is a slave to the wick,
Yet she dances with a mind of her own.
No song- just the sounds of the silent night.

I close my eyes and I listen
My chest rises and falls with purpose.
I glance to my right,
A tree, so green, reminds me of home.
Funny though-
I've never felted attached to one place,
Like the flame to the wick,
Rather, I am the smoke.

I Rise.

La Tortura

She sings a Siren's song,
Whimsical and alluring.
Her eyes draw you in,
Promising and teasing.

She dances in the nights,
Her body taken by the moon.
La Tortura is her name,
A Lilith in the night.

Her light and darkness tango,
As she whispers, what seems to be your name.
Her hunger fed by power,
Insecurities shielded by fame.

La Tortura pulls you in,
As your voice begins to tremble,
Her touch sends chills right down your spine,
Her kiss, dangerous and addicting.
Your smile leaves emotions dissembled.