The Lady and The Reaper

Beautiful stranger, black in the night

Wavering from my line of sight

Blackened branches under pale moonlight

Casting shadows; delight delight

Weaving through the pale blue mist

Thy grace and majesty a wonderful twist

Walk behind thee, I could not resist

Thy hand in my hair; sweet lips kissed.

Casting thy spell, thou lure me slow

Basking in thy red afterglow

The noise in the branches shout, bellow

Weeping stories, Weeping Willow

Amongst the tree, the shrub and creeper

I saw that thou art a soul keeper

Yet my vain love grew deeper and deeper

I fell in love with the feared Grim Reaper

Beautiful stranger, black in the night

Wavering from my line of sight

Blackened branches under pale moonlight

Death is but of relieved delight.

Stab Me.

Stab, stab, stab.

That's all they do.

Stab you from the back, right into your spine

Cutting off all your senses

Whispering lies in your ears

Lies that you grow to believe.

Stab your lungs so you can't breath

Puncture your skin and let it bleed

Stab you again, and again, and again

Stab, stab, stab.

That's all they know.

Stab you with kindness

Stab you with words

Meaningless "I'm always here"s

"You can count on me"s

Stab you even when you scream no.

Stab you with kisses, with care.

Stab, stab, stab.

You stab yourself right under the ribs

And when you're lying a pool

Of your own blood flowing on the tile

You look around for one of those stabbers

They're gone.

With them, their kindness, words and care.

"I'm always here"? Really now?

Go fuck yourself.

All you did was stab.

Stab, stab, stab.

Stabbed me until I stabbed myself.

And then you left.

Stab, stab, stab.

That's all they do. 

Stab, stab and stab.

Riddle Me This.

In the resolute silent sits

The stealth that creeps at night

The darkness with the wrist of slits

A pain so sweet, it bites.

The cloth of blue now colander

A million points of light

Bright it grows yet bland and blander

Away and out of sight.

Darkness oh, does not seem dark

When darkness is of two souls

The poisonous black does not seem stark

When the dark is in control

Light seems not light at all

When a soul does shine alone

The lightest blue would turn Cobalt

The heart would turn to stone

Therein lies the question I ask

Riddle me this fair well.

Would you be together in the darkness

Whispering, not seeing?

Or alone in the light

A Craving For Love

Love comes is all shapes and size sand in so many various forms right?

But.. Tell me why the love we have is not the love we pay heed to?

Why do we have a hell-bent need for a different type of love?

We crave for the love that is like wildfire

With the bright, red flames that consumes us whole

And before we know, we lose ourselves

And in most cases we can't find our way back

We lose ourselves. So.. Why do we crave it?

Is it because that a love like fire is rare and doesn't happen often?

Or is it because we're hormone junkies? Riding on guilt trips and sorrow?

When a lover breaks our hearts we claim to have "lost the ability to love"

We claim to be "unloved by anyone".

Screw that. Open your eyes. See how many friends have pulled you to safety

Remember all the times your mother held you to her

If you have a younger sibling, you'll see in their eyes how they look up to in complete adoration and love

Think about the nights you were drunk and happy in the company of people you'd take a bullet for

So screw all the "I am unloved by anyone" stuff.

Crave the love you have. Not the love you don't. A love like a fire is still a fire. It will burn out someday.

But a love like magic, like the one you seen in the smallest things around you...

... it remains intact and unbroken, because the universe is built on magic. And the universe never ends.

Crave the love you have.

It's all around.

You just have to know where to look.

The Boy

He sings to me; that boy that man

He sits outside my window pane

Every night without fault I see him smiling

Sitting through the dreary rain

He sings his songs, so soft so beautiful

Heart breaking, a soft lullaby

His voice it tilts me over soft yonder

When the moon smiles in the sky

His long lean body shakes in the cold

And it calls out for my embrace

I see him through my window glass

Through curtains and trails of lace

Caged I am within these walls 

For I cannot speak out to that boy

His eyes smile like the Evening Star

It brims with unbridled joy

I long to hold him for I am falling in love

But I cannot bring down these walls

So I sit and listen as he sings to me

As his voice to my soul it calls

The need for me to sooth his hurt

Grows to drive me insane

But I cannot go so I sit and watch

The boy outside my window pane. 

Hatred For You.

As much as I want to be sefless

I want to see you cry

The uglier side of me loves the pain

You'll feel when I someday die

As much as I am patient

I want you to weep at my grave

I might love you, but it poisons me

For it is not me you will save.

I want your heart to break and crack

Just like you did so to mine

I want you to suffocate in your head

Oh, the thought is so divine.

I want you to be crippled with grief

To fall on your knees and break

I want you to feel a lifetime of regret

For every oncoming day break

But I want you to stop crying and smile

Look back and compare me to the dawn

I hate my self for loving you

So just miss me when I'm gone.

Lies

Darling your lips are red, they're shining

What poison apple did you eat?

Your eyes bloodshot, red blood lining

Your skin oh, flushed with heat

Darling your lips are red, they beckon

Lingering kisses on your throat

Your lush skin speaks in want I reckon

Your mind struggles to stay afloat

Darling your lips are red, they glisten

Like the diamond on your hand

Close your eyes and take a listen

To the funeral march playing band

Darling your lips are red with your lies

They're crimson, they're scarlet, they shine

Darling I see the fear in your eyes

As the knife traces your jawline

Darling your lips are red, I'm taking your life

It's killing me to hear your cries

They say an eye for an eye, it's beautiful

Your lips are red with your lies.