Let the blood flow
Through these halls
Of the love
That we used to cherish

Let the fire burn
Tearing down
This haunted manor
Of the conflagration of lies

Turn off these lights forever.
These ashen lips bear scarification.
The mirrors I saw you with, shattered.
My pride bearing the brunt of the ruin.

Where molten ashes once flowed
Only cooling blood remains
Sticking to my feet, like a vise.
And I left, troubled mind going back to black.

The crown I wore, the jester's hat I adorn my head with now,
With the Kingdom in rubble,
I go back to her, and you go back to black.


My blood now settled, with the rebellion awaiting their Red Queen once again.
The ebony sea parting for the ivory pedestal to place your head on.
The tapestries in tatters, madness apparent in your eyes.

And I hold her hand, going back to black.
The pindrop silence shattered with the black disquiet.
Black curtains, with the grey smoke.
Black lips, rotted away.
Black memories, in my ashes.
Black speech, into my stride.

We go back to black.

Her absence made the heart grow fonder
  But the abated breath
   And silent waiting
      Makes me feel like we're forever
Dancing
To the end of love.

One day we'll find significance/We'll scour the Earth for meaning


I know it so because I've been here/The aching bones scream for rest



We just have to believe/Fire everywhere and none of it passion



Bid our time/The same old **** the same old lies the same everyday



Love conquers all/Bleeding time, wasting away in meaningless motions



The tides push & pull ever closer/Imperfect harmonies


Life, a pendulum.\Life, a dowsing.\Life, cosmic horror.\Life, a spark.



The cacophony upon several melodies shattering coherence, bleeding.


Bleeding, kicking, screaming, the feminine bloodsport, the masculine lullaby.

And if the world should quake

And if the boughs would bend

And if the hearts would break


I'm coming back for you.

A queen most fair, with blade poised to serve,

A queen just, years linear on her face.

Dare she speak? Will it bring cause, for the effect?


The matriarch, by wolves, admonished.

When will her sparrow ever come,

Tasting the tears that will never end.

We're fiction as long we're not within grasp
My diction requires your palm on my crown
Your friction may just feed me benediction.


The heart's jurisdiction is a fickle contraption
A not so subtle crucifixion nor constriction
Ensued when I fought against interdiction

You've become my addiction, my mental preoccupied obsession.
A depiction of dereliction's eviction.
Never again will there be remission's nonfiction.

Kiss her. Kiss her until the creases and folds of her mouth fall into yours, your secret symphony together.

Run your fingers down her head, furrowing into hair, down her neck along her spine, and kiss her even deeper than before.

Hold her face, gently, as if a mere tug would dispel this sacred moment between you both. Delve deeper into her lips, form things unspoken.

Surrender to the chill down your spine.
That's the Sadness leaving your body.
Don't think. Just feel. Become one, until you cannot tell where you end and she begins.

Kiss her. Kiss her again, to breathe her in, her alpha and your omega.

Scrawl traces of your existence
Etch runes of power
Nibble the possessions meant to fade
Dig into flesh willing to bleed

Hear, the tales of eons past
Explain your purpose of existence
Lovingly caress as you are whittled away
Plead for more, til you lose where you end

And you begin.

I've been depreciating myself, as time went on
Faster & faster with the dexterity of a rogue
Ever so slightly like the courtesans of old

Til the day I find myself, and love myself for what I am.

Sometimes always monsters.

This house is on fire, along with all these bridges connecting to it.

Let's rest here for a little, and watch the skies gain new streaks.

Her tension, was palpable.

Tears drenched her face,

Like a waterfall that never knew end.

She picked herself up,

And swallowed herself whole.

Just like her namesake,

She shut herself off.

Fading back to her Wonderland.

She held my hand and I went to places that only I and her knew and it was during such times I knew I loved her and I became someone else and I remembered her warm breath on my cheek and she didn't shy away

Shied away, from the world. Cold air around my lips. I'm someone else, after all that's happened. Places, either burnt down or burning like bridges. Her lips still felt cold.
Her hands gone, only mine left.

She loved to see my smile and I did all I could to keep her smiling told her that her smile would make others envy her for her smile lit up darkest corners of my Earth I couldn't stop holding her

Hated my features, and so I withdrew, attempting to please her. But I know, I existed. She existed. But what for? Shadows return, anyway. The stronger the light, the harder shadows hit..but I'll rewind-

Spill more from your lips

Let me hear one more time

Who's really obsessed with who

I have long lost where you end
I have given up on my beginning

These red strings became rope, digging into our being.
Bound as one, to the Hereafter.

From cosmic dust,
To cosmic ash.

I will see you, again.

I'm my own long road to ruin.

This doesn't feel right.

There's a tune that's loose in my mind.

I recognize what I feel it for.

Pain, and this recognition brings the rain.

I don't want to believe it.

But I have to.

I flew into the embrace of uncertainty
Afraid of what I'd find, alone.

Now, after settling on the shoulders of choices made
I'm mostly home

And I'm me
And we're home

And there's no point being selfish anymore.

Regina meum, peccatum meum, mi domina.**

Terrifying feeling of something new.
As your lips trailed down my neck.


Terrible things I felt in my body,
As my mind fell to black.


It's a maddening twist of fate.

I'm forever yours now, aren't I?

The silent tick of the clock
Brings me home to you

The silent tick of the clock
Brings me home, to you.

You are the unwritten sensation,
The unspoken passion.

Held passively,
Arms bound around my skin,

Just the two of us,
In this moment forever.

Feel the warmth emanating from the fuzzy feeling in your chest, instead of the sensation of the thorny roses in your palm.

"Now, bow, dip, twist and turn."

Now, vow, lip, trust and yearn.


Are you hungry?

Time like a yarn,

Love like a dream, causing fluster,

Making bluster.


Are you in love?

Rhymes like ****,

Love licking off cream, causing blusher,

Making bluster.

Our dead states and best conditions become null in the face of each other's prettiest nightmares.
Numbed fingers and downcast eyes are all that echo throughout the noise we make.
But we love. And we synthesize noises to feel something.
Screeching and howling all we hide to get past  a dead state to find better conditions.
Patterns ****** on xylophones but we can't look back.
But I know I'm worse off without you.
Frame me for anything. I'll give it all up for you.
Trapped but as free as I could ever feel or remember.

There's no small amount of desperation seeping out of the cracks.


The sickness within suppressed by sheer effort of will.


The left scars ache with the fires that locked away language of the body.


The right thing perhaps to do is leave.


But I don't want to break from your side,

And the ground screams goodbye.

And as the tides rolled in

Sun peering at us at she woke

The dark lights falling away

I peered over my shoulder


To your alabaster image.

Subside, O hunger of mine.

Satisfy thyself of cravings,

So we might co-exist just yet.


Play our tunes so fires might just extinguish,

Instead of being set alight once more.

Cold feet, uncertainty left wide open

Irony striking true

My fears unleashed on the streets

Brought to life once more

Cold blooded reptiles prowl the square

Incessantly I claw at my skin

Peeling, shedding and bleeding

Biting down, doubling down

Cold scaly smooth ridged skin beneath

Under cold moonlight

I'll bare my fangs for the hunt

To find anywhere but here.

The perfect drug.

Something odourless,

Something tasteless.

Untraceable,

Near-impossible to manufacture,

With extremely high levels of addiction.

Withdrawal symptoms from mild to severe, ranging between loss of appetite to psychosis.

A most delicate

Almost deliberate

Basic instinct

All the love and all the pain
Fleeting and permanent.

Etched in our skulls like the pumping of blood
Circling and twisting like no end for the morrow.

As the load on my shoulders begins to ebb, my spirit feels lighter than it has been in years.

Give into love, he calls.
Go back to the basics.

Slowly this disfigured heart of mine unravels itself, shedding tears I never knew I had.

Like it had been ran over by too many emotions.

A snide remark here, an abusive yell there.

I give in and tell myself it's alright.

A dream lost, firespark lost.

I celebrate my life.

And I move on.

Beauty** :
A lapse in judgement brought to life.

(Some actors in the story bear resemblance to what we imagined lost)


Lust  :

A soft growl into a low roar.

(Come here often?)



Rage  :

The cacophonous tears of grief turned into fuel for fire.


(You cannot possibly understand the hate I have.)


Joy  :

Their faces turned up just as quickly as their skin prickled, and their eyes shone with primal brilliance.


(Smile.)



Bitterness  :


The hard, long gulp going down your throat as you feel yourself slowly choking.


(Her uncertainty led to such)



Acceptance   :


A man who thought he had everything under control, and realising he doesn't.

(Nothing ever, stays the same.)

Sadness  :


A mourning dove.


(Looking at you through the glass)



Grief  :


Head down, arms raised towards the sky.



(But all I want is you.)


Her  :


The intensity of fire, with none of its ire.
The promise of earth, without diminish.
The mutability of water, yet soothing.
The vastness of air, and space for us.
Our basic space.

The shadows I used to love in
Saturated with noises

The bottoms of heated sands I kept seeing
Showed me the right way for once

I'm hooked, of being a man.
I'm booked, off being in love.

I'm all out of words for now

Running on empty

Lavishing attention

Quiet night

The concept of home shattered

Peace is a word I repeat to myself

I'm all out of feeling for now

Stopped to breathe in

Hiding away

Screaming midday

My last bastion gone

Love is a word I repeat to myself

To obtain semantic satiation

I'm back

Not as me

But as The Beast.

I'll court myself once more,

Slowly, as the walls come down.

Lovingly,as if I was holding my newborn child.

Easing myself so I might hold my own joy in arms long unused.

Gather the rest of your bones that charred when the end came.

Grab the last pieces that used to make you, you.


Soon, from the ashes that fall.


You'll become one again.

Bells continued to chime through cathedrals unseen.

On shattered knees, imagery of our dawn settled on the confessional window.



I'm learning to live on without your honeypot taste.

Hold on tight, to my breakbeat heartbeat.
It's the final chapter for this book.
The book between us.


Bend in the breeze, to the wind of change.
Let the fingers trace runes once again.
Ignite the same feelings, gone but not forgotten.


These feelings, sieved and strung out.
Like an irregular heartbeat.
Barely hanging in there, with chaos ruling it.
Time for change.

I'm done tracing for others.
Try as I may, her whispers kept derailing me.

But when I listen closely,
Eavesdropping on my very own soul,
Gasping at the horrid truth,
I know now, it is not about her.
Now, with renewed purpose, yet with a shaky will.
Some things can never be reconciled.

Let me be selfish.

I will not allow the mistakes of old to make rumination into devastation.


Let me break my own soul, my own heart.

Allow me to tear myself apart so that I can never make this mistake.

Let me be poetic this once.

Before prose breaks down and I find myself with nowhere to hide.


Let me go.

In the first moment of truth there is brilliance.

In the second moment of truth there is clarity.

In the last moment of truth there is resignation ; the tunnel of darkness exploding into light.

You startled me, as if you were

Skulking about, tip-toeing like you were

Stalking around, hanging around like you were

Prowling about, shimmying everywhere!

they only call you
when their want
exceeds their solitude

From a blank slate, there is curiousity.
With curiousity,  abstractness appears.
Beyond abstractness, patterns tumble.

Seeking meaning, patterns into logia.
Overseeing what was lost, into sense.
Unless I'm mistaken, birthing loss.
Loss, yes loss. Sprang forth emotion.
Master of none, jack of all.
And a motion that never knew toil.
Thrumming tunes that bought ache.
Emotive, encouraging yet eccentric.


Life, is a much diluted, many splendoured thing, it brings forth things we never know if will work out, never know if what we need is behind that door.

Only when there's an equal force acting on us, do we stop spinning in place, do we stop being us, do we stop and stare, for we'd have found something to cherish.. or crush.

Victory is only worthwhile when there's someone to see it, but what use is victory when you're all alone again, all spent and used up?

Enter your desire, to be used, to be abused, to lose control, to be vague, to be understood, to be one again, after eons of separation, an empty vessel, to be filled with the other's soul.


From my hidden desire to have you
I realised I was looking for myself
And when I found myself
I didn't know what to do with myself
So I gave up finding a meaning
I gave up everything so to find myself
A prose with no mosaic
So I went into it
And I found these scriptures
Blank again
To the top again

Where I found power.

From desire, there is surrender.
From surrender, power.

The lips of the woman I love, intoxicating.

The way she suckled on my lower lip,
Spellbinding.

Her body convulses with mine, in the sacred bond of the bedroom.


She is mine.

You go on, and you realise one thing about yourself.


The pattern repeated itself, you just delayed the inevitable.

But now the pattern has settled on a design you didn't even know existed.


And you're better off for it, and heart at peace.

Your mind, at rest.

Your soul, satisfied.

I do not follow by example.
I make my own path.
With bloodied palms and weeping tears.

With dreams buried and feelings hidden.
I am your blade.


And the clock chimes, turns, burns our time away.
Needing satisfaction, doing all you can to breathe her in.


Three times the tears blare with siren calls for home
You should have seen this, you should have held me tighter.


Onomatopoeia, hear my name and tremble.
Unfavorable, unfortunate, and unfair this is.

And this is where I start bleeding into you.

This is where I start bleeding into you.


You're a canvas I long to be filling it in for.


This is where I start bleeding into you.

Relive.
Relief.

Two words that couldn't be farther apart.


Why does it sound so close, yet too far?

Relive : a small chime slowly drawing you in, to dream of a dream that was never a dream. A drowsy half state of a dead mind, and the best of your heart's desire.

Relief : the guitar strings thudding loudly as the drumming in your breast tolls a bell, that never ends til destinations been reached. The mind singing choirs of devastation averted, and the heart returning back to a slow rhythm.

Feel your/my/our exposed nerves.
Comprehension breaks down as submission draws nearer.

A minute to make some noise

A lifetime of tiny cracks

Buttered up, swallowed up stage fright

Bitter, sour sweet milk flowed into her.