Our life is a story
   without a title.
   We lost it
   In tittle tattle.
   Hatred,
   wars and battle.
Our life is an arena
Opponents like
A deer and hyena
Pain, tears and sorrow
No hope for today
Or tomorrow.
What's life in a world
Full of people
With an empty word.

I have been tired
Since I was fired
Fired from your heart
No love or hope
Holding this dark rope
I look around
Nothing like your heart
Could be found.
I miss your whispering sound.
It's pivotal
To tell them all
For whom the criers call
For a heart
Having no bell to toll.
I still hold the rope.
Do you know why?
Too late now,
No need to cry.

The first time I met my lady,
She was
Weird in her mercy.
Hard to picture her fantasy.
The first kiss
Embodied
Her world title
A world miss.

Her embrace was a clinch
Like a bitter pinch.
May be
to prevent hard blows.
Her heart had no female laws.
She pulled me close to push me away.
No word to say.
Seeing my nakedness
Laughing at my madness.
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
I stopped breathing
I shouted

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
I love your madness
dear mistress.

They asked me,
Who do you worship?
I replied,
The earth on which
She used to walk.

The night is blacker
Than China ink
The air’s so heavy
That I can’t think
I was about to sink.
The full moon
Fills the sky
But refuses to shine.
We fell in love beneath it
Now it can’t comprehend
You’re no longer mine
Oh I need an empty cave
Faraway from being your slave.
I crawl into
A fortress of solitude
Where I know
I won’t run into you
For you’d only scrape
Away the scab
Where you wounded me
If only I could break
These slavery chains
To find a place where
I am free
But my cruel, cruel
Heart only wants
To pine
Refusing to accept
This blackened realm
Where you’re not mine