Lost at Sea

She dove into a sea of tears, with the riptide pulling her further. Gasping for air, she reached at the hollow air- She clamped on with hope, yet she sunk like a ship.
As her lungs filled with the cool, refreshing, saltwater- she closed her eyes.
She was calm.
Serenity was the only option, at the point of no return.
She inhaled deep, and the pressure was intense,
But she felt as if she was breathing the purest, summer air.
A face appeared, a familiar one,
That of an angelic addiction.
She smiled, and the face smiled back.
Whispers danced through the bitter cold, yet comforting sea.

Would this all be just a dream?
Or a fatal reality?

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.