Love is a bird
Love is a cage
Love is a dead bird trying to fly out the cage

My Revenge

You can make Me BLEED

You can make me CRY

You can make me SCREAM

But I will never Die.

And my dear that is no Lie...

For I am a wolf and you

You're just a sheep sleep walking in through the meadow that is your grave

But you and your herd sure know where to hit it where it hurts

You love to hate because you're unable to digest what you just ate

So choke on those words you use as weapons

While I chew and rip through your organs and luscious tendons

For too long you took free pleasure of my pain

Now your long over due debt is being repaid.

Lost Friend 7/27/15

I strangled her. I strangled her until she gave in. Her body, back to the floor, hands nailed down. She struggles, trying to break free. My dark confident strong eyes piercing hers. And in to her crying soul. Earlier, when we two first met she was in charge of this body in which we've been fighting over 'till now. "I don't know who I am" says the living body. At first I thought that I didn't have to worry about anything. But as the body began to age, the understanding of the horrid truths of this world, was eating her out. Slowly killing her. Soon she didn't know what to do. Yet I did. So I figured it was my time to control his body we've been hosting in. She refused. She was in denial. So we fought and fought over for the control of this body. We had no choice. When ever she couldn't handle the truth the body would attempt suicide. The body is dying along with her. Just not as fast. One day she came to me as the body slept. She fell to her knees and released a dreadful sob. A sorrow so strong I nearly shed a tear. She begged "Kill me! Kill me please! I can't take it anymore! If I'm going to die I might as well die now!" I punched her in the temple. Hard enough to knock her out but not enough to kill her. I took over the body as she slept. And into the night we went. Into a forest. Where the full moon was viewable and many starts were at sight. When she awakens to this view she meets my eyes. Then look back at the view. I tell her that the dark isn't always cruel. That it isn't always so scary. And with that She said "I'm ready". And here we are again. In the present of me killing her. Wait. That sounds a bit harsh. Let's say that I'm putting her out of her misery just like she asked. Eyes locked onto each other's, she stopped struggling. And smiled with the last bit of strength and breath she had. She was gone. I remove the nails from her hand and hold her in my arms, me sitting on the floor. I cry and cry. Mourning for her departure. And as she turned to stone she began to feel heavy as my heart. Then she crumbled and turned into ashes. Her remains faded away. But her light, the glowing seed of her soul hovers before my eyes. Her fragile soul is now being kept somewhere safe. Where no harm can ever come to her again. There are times every now and then when I picture her in my shoes, smiling at the son and appreciating how beautiful the day was. I miss her. At least she's in peace.

9/17/15

Each thought hits me like a hammer to the head
Memories, regrets,  and faces both familiar and unknown scream inside my mind.
Their scratching, clawing, banging, the walls of my skull.
Eventually few found a new form. And a way out.
Its starts with a blurry vision, they're building up behind the windows of my soul.
As my profound vision increases they fall and crawl out the corners of my eyes.
Each tear burn like their fury as they race down my pale cheeks. My stunned face.
Sometimes it feels like a bliss, like Lucifer's kiss.
My heart beats to a rhythm left in the past. Long forgotten by my outer conscious.
A rhythm that trembles in my bones.
 Echoing throughout the hollowness that is my body. Longing to be heard.
It is the aria that dances in my blood stream, scorching and shocking my heart. My body. My soul.
But it's okay. The song stops when I sleep. Waiting to replay when I awake.

Inner Thought #10

         Under apathy lied anger and hatred. Under anger and hatred lied wishes, pain and regrets. Under all that lies a sad, crying little girl. Who looks far beyond the stars. Sorry can't do anything. Words can mean so little but at the same time a lot. 

11/17/2014 Another Day's Dream

A bandanna, a flag grows tied on a branch on a tree. A tree who's majority of leaves have already fallen. The wind blows the remaining leaves away and the bandanna along with them. And so I chase the wind and try to catch the bandanna with my left hand, then my right. I fail but try again. And when the bandanna is finally within the grasp of my finger tips, I find my self at the edge of a golden dry cliff. I look with awe at the magnificent horizon in the distance. And just before the horizon, there's an autumn forest, who's trees try to reach the sun. Then a low smooth mountain, a tall white cloud catching mountain, and field of tall grass. All painted in glorifying gold. I now stand before this plain, with a heart pierced with pain, and feel the wind behind me, trying to take what is now a black rag away from my hold. And as the wind travels before me across the land, time sits still. No. There was no time here to begin with. Just bright blue skies and fields painted gold with the burning sun laying to rest. And as this wind blows I hear the words "let go" whisper in my ear. "let go" the soft voice says again. I let go of the rag. And watch be pulled away from me by the wind.

Inner Thought #9

In order to stop needing love that I cannot get, I must first stop giving it. That is a fact. Only problem is, that is not who am. Nor what I live for. I must love the unloved. Whether I like it or not.