Your war.

Never fail to remember from that which you run,
For within, tis reason yourself to become
The reason in you, to think, to be
The validity encompassing all in me
The dark, in her glory, does best to shade
In truth, your soul she irks and raids
Though future iis bright, stars are few
Inevitably moon wakes to nurture you
Clouds run amuck, gather for rain
The way you feel, you reel in pain
A glance, a stare, a crooked smile
How you forget when good runs dry
To wake tomorrow, merely a day
Not one can chase these fears away
Mental abuse daily inflicted on self
The alternative to conscious hell

Pain and tears and sadness rife
Fear, disbelief for your tales of strife
This is indeed your creation, indeed your life
Only to be removed, dismembered by your knife

You forget the blade in time does blunt
The good, no need for you to hunt
Evil and dark too easy you now shunt
Behind she lurks, you lead out front

Tall and good finally you remain
No more leech your life to drain

And amongst the black and night
Your soldier, I, with you did fight

Your sleep.

Golden sheen upon your skin…
Moon shine between the curtains
Catch your eye lashes
Short gasps escape
Beneath the sheets
Inter twined fingers unlock…
Comatose contortion
He who once faced away
Now beats and breathes
In my direction
Beneath your eyelids
Cornea’s prance and dance
Your body ever still
Lips in song
Mouth unmoving
Dimpled corners curl
Forming soothing smiles
Comforting as you dream
Silent and calm
Emotions play across your face
Nose and eyes awash
With the mischief of slumber
In the thick of the dark
This quiet numbs me
Entranced by the security
Of your sleep in my wake
Gentle and soft
Whilst my own sleep eludes me
I lay
I watch
I drift…
Goodnight

You.

To look in the mirror, and not know your own worth
Is a fate that is lonely, no fate could be worse.
The brave face you wear daily, grows tiresome and weak
This face that is practiced, rehearsed and meek
Yet the strength you carry, stays strong and true
This army of a woman, this rock that is you
Without you I crawl, you guide me to walk
And whenever I need watching, you become my hawk
In times requiring counsel, wise words it is you share
And yet when there is silence, the assurance is that you are there
Perhaps not always in physics, sometimes not near but far
I am confident in you, this amazing woman that you are
Know that you are loved, without you I would not be
And having you around makes me a better me
Never lose this sense of worth, this fate that tears one down
You are too beautiful to be seen and caught with but a frown
Keep true to who you are, this spirit of calm it is you guide
From yourself you must not run, and from me must never hide
The world would be a miserable place, a void you would leave
Without your words of wisdom, your happiness that you weave
The rosy cheeks that smile, the blue eyes that shine
I am so proud too know, you are my friend, all mine
Though it gives me great upset, to know I have to share
Someone else will reap the benefits, knowing you are there.
And in the end they borrow you, never long may they keep
This friend of mine I love so dear, for my tears shall weep
Do not leave me diamond, do not leave me true
The only friend I know so well, that awesome gem is YOU!

Within yourself.

In the mirror, you look upon this foreign face
A face too foreign to greet back in reflection
You gawk and you wonder at whom it is you stare
When you move, the apparent likeness moves with you

Upon remembrance, you were told not to lose yourself
And in this duplication’s eyes you see yourself
Far beneath its shadow you have lost yourself
You turn to run, to chase, to free yourself

Palm to glass you touch this image
As all around you do, you wish to push through you
Yet at the speculum tis your hand that stops
Desperation apparent on your counterparts expression

You told yourself not to lose yourself
This obvious representation is yourself
You promised you would be yourself
Entrapped, still trying to leave yourself

Now you see you did as others wanted
You gave the world what they wanted to see
Yet you look in that god forsaken mirror
And realise what is looking back at you
It is not you
It is me

Where will you turn.

Where will you turn?
When your heart is burdened
Your eyes lachrymose
Your body shattered

To whom will you run?
When you have no one beside you
No one to fall into
No hand to hold

Whose advice will you take?
When the masses condemn you
Your friends race ahead
Your loved ones leave you behind

In whom will you confide?
When your secrets surpass your past
Your past encompasses your present
Your demons scratch at your door

With whom will you cry?
Whilst you yearn for escape
Pray for respite
Beg for resolution

Still…
The silence does not come.
Still…
The dark does not turn
Still…
You gasp breathlessly

Culmination of anxiety
In response to despair
To whom will you be turning

There I sit… in your chair
🙂

We belong.

In times of hardship, solace I do take
In tears and torment, when soul it is that shakes
When crushed and lowly, my breath taken away
Cowering and sadly, my dreams have gone astray
For comfort I do long, when this heart lays weary
Your touch, your sweet breath, for when I sit here teary
To smell your scent and sweat and strength
To taste your lips that doth mine torment
For your body against mine to crush
In sweet unison our cheeks to blush
End of dark day, sadness she does creep
Only you, for you, my eyes they do weep
Hurt and lost, lonely it is I mutter
For your lips, sweet lips, along mine to stutter
Empowering strength, my nervousness wanes
While my body it is, you take, you mame
Complete me, abuse me, take all that is yours
Use and enthrall me, seep right through my pores
In day and in night, you heeded my call
To you I belong, fear nothing but fear all
And in times of torment, when tears they do come
I know in you, my day, this day, sad day
Is done

Wasted Soul.

The pain and lies, they sadden me
Innocence, purity, nowhere to see
Burn, mame, injure said he
From this life, the tainted to free
Wails, tears, their cries now plead
Crimson, scarlet, theirs to bleed
No sane man’s cry shall they heed
Unto death become, this their deed
Bound, gagged, to hurt inflict
The body, the temple, now derelict
Strained knuckles, heart to heart constrict
Depth in mind, belief they’re picked
Chosen the one to cause such pain
Velvet essence, washed away by rain
No freedom in grasp to regain
Only sadness on souls forever to stain
Clutch by being, soul to steal
With this devil, conclude this deal
Tonight my thoughts his only meal
This evil… Unpure and ethereal.