The heart, it doth yearn,
With passionate burn.
That which it desires,
Are all blazing fires.
And this flame called love,
Soaring high above,
Can consume your life,
Feeling begets strife.

I won’t dance like some puppet,
Strung up on hopes and expectations.
This show’s just started,
But it feels like it’s already gone on too long.

Nobody’s there to hold me up
I’ve got so much weight to carry.
The past and its disappointments,
Holding me back, holding me down.

In this dark, murky sea,
My anchor drags me down, deep under.
Drowning in the reality of it all,
Dying as I live, there’s no escape.

I hurt myself today,
I wondered what’s the deal.
don’t matter what I say,
Nobody cares how I feel.

I cut myself today,
Feeling pain that’s real.
Wash bad thoughts away,
Mental scars don’t heal.

I feel the blood on my face,
but the pain has disappeared.
All these cuts cannot erase,
What has always been right here.

I walked out in the rain,
To see if it felt real.
Maybe it could wash away,
All the pain that I feel.

Making our way through with wide open eyes,
with closed hearts, crossed swords.
Not telling the truth, not telling lies.
made no ties since cutting the cord.

With a tongue of steel, sharp and cutting,
asking for nothing, giving nothing.
Angry at them all, proud and strutting,
acting like the world owes them something.

Fingers dancing, tango with the pencil,
Like Mozart at his piano, a new concerto.
Words flowing from his fingertips,
Black on white and a coffee stain in the corner.

This story, finishing, coming to a close,
Another day come and gone.
A smile upon his lips, triumph in his mind,
words to sentences to paragraphs and soon the story ends.

Then, a new page, a new story.
He hesitates,
He pauses,
He stops.

Then a bee sting, a bell’s ring
Inspiration strikes, a giant’s left hook.
The dam breaks and a black river flows.
Black on white, the pristine page soiled.

Sing to me o darling please,
A song of when we’ll be together.
Sing me a sweet song of love,
of a day that never comes.

I’d sing to you, love of mine,
but there’s no music to my words.
Your voice is like an angel’s,
I’m too bitter to sing so sweet as you.

If this is only a dream,
then let me sleep a little longer.
Escaping loneliness,
in night-time imaginings.