Step Not So...

You're a trick to them all, a semi-pretty smile.
A "huge huge heart," is what they think for a while-
Until your colors shine through- the ice in your eyes,
"Watch the real sweet ones," are words from the Wise.

You have them all fooled,
But you get what you give-
For now a mirage, but karmas always a bitch,
She taunts you through kind words, when reality is:
You're her only competition, because you are his kid.

He's blinded by "love"
Although we know what's real-
The way he once looked at mom,
Is not how he feels.
He's pushed and resisted- but can never forget
For when he looks right at me,
He sees my Mother instead.

My Sin

So you're back again,
My sweetest sin,
In my darkest hour...
Pure heroin.

You call my name,
I let you in,
But not too close,
For fear-

My sin.

Grasp

Secrecy in desires haunts the majority,
While mindless freaks - tiptoe through the night, embracing their normalcy.
Where has the dying gone? Are they in purgatory, or in a heavenly bliss?
A substantial question which lingers the minds of the inquisitive. The entire flawless fallacies that creep through our demonic obsessions.
Beauty dances in the night with skeletons hand in hand,
Preciously tiptoed, in Pointe shoes- slowly dancing out of our closets.
Freakishly beautiful in the night, as the pale moon shimmers from a distance, through the window of lovers.
Why have you betrayed us, sweet sun?
The stars are the only flaming, glimpses of hope, the dead grasp onto for life.

Toxic Taste

Here I am ...
Lost again,
Searching for an answer- but not actively.
I close my eyes and see shades of Blue.
Damn the Blue.
The Blue, of two.

I lead several lives, within my dreams, and reality.
It sickens me - the darkness that I enjoy, the endless
Dark possibilities that I embrace.
I look for guidance, and acceptance- In pure knowledge that I am destined to be known for a destructive, and fatal attraction.

Attraction so pure, that the world won't be able to deny it's beauty.
Yet, my demons will eat me,
As I eat my prey.
First with the taste of a bleeding heart, and second with the inhale of a soul.
A lost soul, so pure and toxic,
But so sweet in it's taste.

Failed.

I wrote a song...
It's pretty good.
It means a lot.
I'm sorry.
I failed you.

Wishes.

A sacred place for you and I,
Above the clouds.
As miles elongate, and hope becomes bright.
I wish I may, I wish I might.
Send you best wishes,
In the pale moon light.

May peace finally surround you,
and may love finally find you.
Quit running, take a breath, and breathe.

Close your eyes, and sleep well tonight.
Running never felt so right.
But now you're there so take a rest,
Even if it reassures a final breath.

Since final breaths are chances many,
For one may close one chapter,
and open a plenty.

The physical strain of an emotional Demon...

She haunts my body,
The empty cavity that acts as if breathing.
Yet a heart, still beating.

Is it the act of a machine?
For standing alone, it is a dark hole.
Strings, drawn by a puppeteer.

A shadow lurks, and tiptoes, in the shadow I cast alone.
She takes form of my own, and is close enough to capture my breath.
She makes me weak.
Stealing the sweet exhale from my lips, and hugging me tight as I
Try.
To Inhale.
Short.
Gasping.
Breaths.

She teases me with questions, leaving answers unturned.
Health, or Demon?
I know she is attached, and near
But physically?

Breaking down strength,
Until dark dreams, purpose a scare.