Abused Farewells

Bruised flesh where his lips once cradled her skin.
Fingerprints where his hands had once been.
Torn into pieces, he loved her more, alive in his heart.
His mind, not grasping the depth of what has happened.

She runs from his touch, his caress. That sensation
that used to lull her to sleep, used to give her peace
suddenly breaks her heart. She left him, left for a
man who never cared, never loved her, only abused her.

Now she lies still, the cuts have worn her soul thin.
The black eye was from a fall, the broken arm an
accident. Nothing was his fault, she never blamed
him. Why did she leave the one that truly loved her?

He sits in the front row, tear streaked face, watery
lime green eyes littered with unsaid goodbyes. He
can't help but think that he let her die. And all those
missing memories, fall together and fly.

"Death be not happy," he whispers. "Taken angel,
fly." He gives her the rose, his last goodbye. And
for a moment, permitted this small gift, her frozen
lips, pull into one final smile.

Therein Lies Madness

Banish the demons of nights wasted and forgotten.
Forget I ever met you, or gazed upon your visage.
I wish I could remember the times when love lay within.
Herein forever-more only lies Madness.

Insanity wrapped her arms about my ragged shoulders,
breathing her sweeter poisons into my blood.
I guess that's what happens when the dark claims you.
Grasp the air in hungry fists, too full of moonlight's blood.

Now I am made of china, cracked and chipped,
a doll that has long been abandoned. The bones are
brittle, the taste of irony and semen spill out of my
lips. Who knew dolls could be violated and spoiled?

Standing up, my bones are shattered, my blood is
tainted with your impurities. Your needles are on the
floor, the bite marks imprinted on the skin around
the stains.

The apple rolls away from her perfect lips, that one
bite seals her fate. She is china too, except she is
perfect. Behind those violet eyes lies the madness in
my soul, creeping up behind to steal us both.

Ebony flakes of thought flutter down to us, trapped
like black butterflies in glass jars. Our tears wrap
crystal arms about the hour-glasses, shaped by our
destinies entwined and adored by lust.

Puppets on our strings, dancing to music that no one
can hear. Therein lies our madness, the drugs fill
our veins, catalyzed by the pain. Morphed by caged
butterflies and forbidden desires.

Tomorrow will be Brighter (for Pomegranate)

She is standing on the brink. Afraid to jump in,
afraid to continue standing still. Life is passing her fast,
rushing past in blurry pink and crimson moments.
Letting go is harder than she thought,
confused a moment and desperate for a reason.

Maybe it would be easier to shut herself away,
hide from the world's crueler pastimes. Admit she died,
admit that the world crumbled around her. Admit wrong,
confess love, die peacefully, in harmony with the pain.
Maybe tomorrow will be brighter, prettier than this.

Dreaming of moments not tinged in ebony highlights,
she hopes and she prays. Is it possible to leave emptiness?
What's the point? Is there one? Or do we just exist?
Music will continue to play, lovers will continue to dance,
but where will they go when the moments are over?

Beauty sleeps on her satin bed, beside roses lie dead.
A tender kiss upon forgotten lips, she won't wake again.
Molten emotions singe the clock's unfeeling hands,
grasp the falling stars and ride them down to Hell's open gate.
Awake to the brighter tomorrow, stolen from Hate.

Evisceration

Her eyes are oozing with honeyed sins. Things she keeps forgotten inside.
They are eating her inside out, pulling out the darkness through dripping fangs.
She clings to the mirror, gazing at her horrendous visage as the sins come
to the surface. Dorian Gray's beautiful protege, transformed into a monster.

The lights twirl above her, they make no sense. The voices are screaming,
she tries to push them out. Tries to make them be quiet. Her mind is twisting,
she can't think, can't breathe. Chained and mutilated by the consequences of
living this life.

Her body is ripped apart, eviscerated and gaping. The inner-workings
of her frame burst open, blooming like bloody flowers against ivory skin. She
is emptied onto the floor, spilling love and sin over everything. Staining what
was once perfection's finest.

Rain Falls

Dancing, alone in the dark and forsaken by time.
The rain is falling, hard and fast, pushing me down.
The drops are needles that stab and tear me up.
How could such a beautiful day suddenly turn gray?

The curtain is closing, sweetheart. Take a bow, this
show is over, I can't take anymore. We were so
perfect together, so beautiful despite the ugliness
around us. But that's gone now, wasted and forgotten.

We are left in the dark, the emotions left open and
stark. We are so naked, lying back in gilded cages,
content to live our lives in captivity. If only we didn't
have to breathe, maybe we could survive this life.

Time Wasted

Wilting flowers dance on restless winds.
Bending, nearly broken, submissive and
silent. They have no voice, no reason to
fight what may happen. She stands,
perfectly still, bending and nearly broken
by the winds of time. She is submissive
and silent, having no voice of her own.
She has no strength for a fight.

Suspended in space, her wings forgotten
behind her in time wasted. Sands may
rise, carried by the torrents of air and
loved by the body of earth, but it was
time wasted. No point in living if all that
you love is broken.

Wilting angel, her mind shattered and
spread out to the four corners of earth.
She has spent these years trying to find
a meaning to this life she is living. Peace
empties us into War's lap, leaving the
toys of time behind, leaving without any
choice.

And we stand, blinded like Justice, our
hands raised to the sky. We say it was
worth our while, that it wasn't wasted
time. But what is worthwhile? What is
the point of a wilted angel on a dying hill,
entombed by moonrise and moonset,
buried by sky and empty starlit eyes?

Can time really stand still, her arms open
and ready to take us in? We've wasted
her while she was here and she won't ever
come again.

In Love with You

My arms crave you,
my body hungers for you,
my whole being calls out for yours.

Soul craves soul, devoured by need.
Heart hungers for heart, embraced by want.
Mind calls to mind, blinded by this longing.

How can I breathe without air?
How can this thirst be quenched?
I am yours, possessed and caged,
gladly, behind the bars of your love.
You are mine. Bound; heart to heart,
soul to soul, mind to mind. One.

I neither crave, or desire, any other but
you. How can one be forced back into
two separate beings?

I crave your kiss.
I hunger for your body next to mine.
I cry out for you. Beseechingly, I
call your name.

Come back to the heart that
loved you first and most.