A Wicked Dream

So much agony in your heart. Offer me a plate of your pain for it hurts me to see you suffering alone. Darling, let me suffer with you.

Dim lit windows

Dim lit windows at 1am, the record playing the same song,

Candles burning out, on the table are waiting more,

Pages filled with grief, her tears are the ink,

Dim lit windows at 1:30am, wonder if she ever sleeps.

Dim lit windows at 2:00am, the wind is blowing low,

Leaves rustle in the tree, a scent of caffeine from the stove,

Curtains left open, the red dress hanging from the door,

Dim lit windows at 2:30am, wonder if she didn't find a date for prom.

Dim lit windows at 3:00am, the rain is falling now,

Her shadow calmly walks upstairs, the cup of coffee left alone,

Caught the sight of her midnight black hair, the image was fickle,

Dim lit windows at 3:30am, the rain stopped, not a single ripple.

Dim lit windows at 4:00am, the curtains now closed,

Yet my thoughts are plagued by her and the melody of her favorite song,

The night is never dark for her, the street lamp making her feel at ease,

Dim lit windows at 5:00am, she has finally found peace in dreams.

Would you still love me if I was a phantom dancing in the castle you stumbled upon accidentally, with my blue dress flowing like a river and my hairs billowing in the midnight wind? Would you still love the apparition of me after 1000 years I waited for you? Would you still remember me...

The Void

The rustle in the leaves, the pitter and patter

Not a single noise, not a single clatter

The void is watching but the world is blind

The creaks have quieted yet the mess is in the mind.

Winds picking up, the window rattle with violence

Where are my thoughts, guess I lost them in silence.

Rain is falling but the man in front of me stays dry

Is he the sins I committed or simply the void?

My hands are covered in blood in the dark

She turns on the light and it's just the ink

I ask her to tell me the difference and she's silent

For the pen and the gun are both weapon and waste depending on the hands.

I was never a human. I was just longing and melancholy that was shaped into one.

If you were a puzzle piece and I was a square, I would ruin my edges just so we could fit together.

I hear the whispers of your thoughts, even when you stutter I know what you feel.

Look at me and let me read your eyes. I'll let you haunt my dreams.

I have not much to give but I'll tear out my heart if you ask to hold it.

Flesh and Stars

Wandering around she circles the woods

A wolf on her tail, her scent of musk

Filling the air, the truth lies bare

The soulless eyes, mirth in her grace

The wolf is blind, it trusts her facade.

A starless sky resides in her eyes

Her lips tinted red, like a plum she ripe

Though her youth glimmers, she is rotten inside.

Stalking her steps, the wolf comes to a stop

Lilies withering like corpses, shadows lurking behind

His composure faltering, he turns to run

But the wolf is caught in the fangs of prey.

Teeth sinking into his flesh, her grip never relents

Her lips tinted with blood, her clothes stained with sins

Devouring his flesh, crimson dripped off her hands

Eyes snapping to those of the dead wolf

Both of them devoid of life

Leaving him to wither beneath the stars

She stalks out of the woods, looking to lure another prey

Never mourning the death of ones she devour

Yet she left a rose for him, to savor the taste.

Bury my bones when I die and let the tree grow over it. The branches will still shiver at the sound of your name.