Drowning in Fire

Love is like drowning in an ocean of fire.
your last resort when you're down to the wire.
Pain is the lie she tells your friends behind your back;
and agony lacks sympathy for anyone who's just like you.
Hope is the last burning ember in the ashes.
The box of her letters i used to practice striking matches.
The passion she wrote has been soaked in gasoline.
The tremors from the aftermath of ashleigh,
and december's ninth symphony was simply a scratch
in drastic contrast to her knife in my back.
Thrashing out in anguish, the angel's the liar!
She's too selfish to save me from drowning in fire...

Sleep Walking

The memory of her embrace
Reaching out to stroke my face
Like a diamond blade cutting through the smoke
Night air rolls over the edge like mist
lingering amongst a field of stones
The echoes of her haunting voice
Wash over me like waterfalls
Left alone to dwell in agony and remorse
I lurk in the shadow of the absence she left behind
Dreaming of her crooked smile
as i walk through the dimness of moonlit streets
Meandering through alleys of breathlessness and doubt
Consumed by a loneliness, redefined.
A heart longing to love like fire
With a passion smoldering in my chest
and a sorrow embedded in the pit of my soul
A cinder of hope burning ever so faintly
Behind the eyes she once so loved...
The eyes that love her so strongly still
Ever so sane,
With endeavor so ill...

Dwelling in Yesterday

Cut from redemption
as i fall from the sky
My sense of reality
has moments left
before it dies
The empty space beneath my eyes...
...and in my heart, is stained with lies
The apathy that I am shown
By those who are fulfilled is prone
to make me want to self destruct.
Bury the blade into my arms
Comfort is found for the crimson is warm
Approaching nervana, the numbness sets in
Two entities fall to the ground...
Snow descending all around...
Grief aparrent by the scars on their wrists...
with "I love you"...
etched into...
the frost on their lips.

State of Mind

A sense of sensation
as i strive for innocence
and try for excellence
in the eyes of reflection.
My mind is dripping from the ceiling,
But I'll get through this one (God willing)...
I can't kill this awful feeling
Disease dwelling in my chest
Jagged lines upon my
wrist
Soft
criss
cross
cuts into the FLESH!!!
stop...
...Acting like you care about me!
Take away your apathy,
Just crucify and bury me
Place the corpse, no longer mine...
Six feet below the sands of time
Watch the sickness of sheer insanity...
become a state of mind

The illusion of Elusion

Sit still
As you hold me close...
Breathe through your mouth,
And out your nose...
Drown all the sounds of lonely silence
With the tremors of our beating hearts
Breaking down as we depart
Feel the light shone through the darkness
Your eyes reflect the heaven's stardust
Making my soul feel marvelous
Glorified in the voiceless ambience
of a rebelious wayward drive
beneath dark skies
two pairs of crystal eyes
that fade away
as evening dies
Two sincere sets of scarlet lips,
whisper decay as dawn arrives

Silhouette in the Frame

Two lonely hearts inside the door..
Ignited in devotion's eyes..
A lone, untainted silhouette..
The assassin in disguise.
Your cloak and dagger, all the same..
Your cold, white lies they shall remain...
These clueless, careless, reckless flames..
Dancing, flickering, in the rain.
One broken soul that longs for more,
who desires to love until it's sore..
Like the burning embers of a dying fire,
their hearts ablaze behind the door

Fire and Frost

I always loved her,
never let it show..
Afraid to lose everything
by never letting go..
Now everything is missing,
It's some place i don't know.
Perish the thought She's out in the cold,
lost without somewhere to call home..
The inevitable's calling,
carrying woe..
Bringing desolation to all of those...
Whose tears have no place left to fall,
on which they haven't already soaked.
A burden from our eyes,
we drown the world..
They fall, glossy-eyed, into gasoline.
Let your fires die,
set your grudges free..
Let the world have one last beautiful dream...
Before you lift a shaking finger,
to pull a jagged, hair-pin trigger.
The smoke and mirrors burn to cinders...
As they deal the impending fate that lingers.

Cemetery Slaughter (or so legends say)

You can hear me,
but you won't see me..
Feel my presence,
entoxicate your senses.
Blood rushing,
painting the fences
you use for all your best defenses.
A heightened sense of fear you feel,
as i draw ever nearer through the shadows before you..
The screams are welling,
coiling inside you..
Your legs are knotted,
trembling,
RUNNING!
But you're not moving,
just wallowing in panic;
with breaths as short as a one-night-stand.
The air..
Stops..
TIGHTer and
TIGHTer your stomach knots!
stiffer and stiffer grows the hair on your neck,
as TENSE and TENSE
grows the stillness that binds you in cast-iron chains.
a SWISSHH!! a FLIkk.. a.. SNAP-FLASH-TWIST-GASH!!!
Flexing my gums down upon your neck!
Popping the cork off your bloody champagne.
Sweetly shrieks spray the scene with red,
painting your face with horror and dread!
Cutting, tearing, ripping flesh!
She falls to the ground...
Like a mangled rose.
Trampled and alone.
Breathing...
Even...
Slower than slow.
Still breathing nonetheless...

Falling Forward in the grand scheme of things

A love like summer in a scene that says it all..
The only words we need to hear are the echoes of our dreams.
Gliding acrossed the floor like lip gloss in the mirror..
Falling toward the door,
but God knows not in fear..
a restless, everlasting silence in a timeless autumn clearing..
our hearts romancing what a life-time spent apart could not diminish..
a whisper in my hand, i hold up in my open palm..
brushing it acrossed your cheek as i take in your sweet serenity..
the fibrous tendrils of a life worth dying for.
the low resounding melody of an angel worth living for..
for the unspoken joys have already played their part in the life of a girl worth falling for..
may the true pleasures of life
be those that fill our hearts with the sounds
of what we've always been waiting for...

alleged self-sympathy

Paste the sand back into glass...
Stare at me through it and tell me who I am.
This is a lifetime...
You took away
My innermost feelings cascading down the drain.
Your hands tremble as your heart . .
skips . .
stops . .
tick, tock . .
tick, tick, tick!!!
six-hundred-sixty-six stitches can't fix this!
Can't cure the sickness! . .
dwelling in my wrists.
Clouded eyes like blood-shot slits
Your attempts at ammends are all in vane!
As the sky pours blood and it starts to rain
I'm there with an umbrella throwing roses on your grave.
She spent a life-time trying . .
to no avail . .
All the while dying,
not to fail
in life
but to live to the fullest.
Taking one last stride to full-fill ME!!!
Tripping . .
tumbling . .
into her grave.
Upon her . .
merry . .
little way.

The untimely misgiving

cast into my eyes,
A disauthenticicated grin from the hollow black depths of your wicked soul.
Your a fraud and it seeps right through...
your melting, withering, distorting eyes
I cant trust a liar! Even one who speaks the truth!
You fix your abused and broken gaze upon a chalk white face
with the blood red eyes that lust for your sweet veins.
No use begging for redemption,
No use trying to sleep at night
No use trying to speak
with your lips crusted shut
from the gallons of blood you drank to quench your lechery!
These ashes are the inevitable prophecy...
foretelling the destruction of mankind.
a haunting
looming
impending
Fate!
These premonitions shall unwind

End of Year Doldrums

Sitting by my lonesome self
In my dark corner, on a dusty shelf
The love I had for all my friends
Has come to an all-too-jagged end
I once had what I now desire
But as of late I'm worn and tired
Does anyone out there have care for my feelings?
A corpse on a rope, hanging limp from the ceiling.
A dashboard that's laden with shrapnel and glass...
Blood pours from my neck like wine from a flask!
Desperate hands reach for what none can grasp
Her shattered evening...
so longed for, so mourned
My ninth of December,
Her nothing more...................

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To speak of all the beauty past these twisted empty walls
To sit in a corner at the dead end of those halls
The swadows crouched in silence on the edges of your lips
so lonely...
this life...
as the light leaves the sky.
In the dark on a mid-summer's night as I cry
glowing embers reflect and refract as they spy
on the demon in waiting with scarlet red eyes
like voices that come from the hounds in disguise.
If the hate sha'n't surrender and fold in her cards ne'er shall I!