I've known you forever yet i barely even know you When i think of you, your face falls between the lines I dance right past you around you, in front of you but never with you. Who are you? Your shadow lingers above me daily but i never really see your face Your eyes are blue, your hair is gold, but i cant even see you Vacant like an empty lot, your eyes hold no light Your smile so cold, your fists wound tight What are you running from are you afraid of the unknown? trying to control every move you make every second your about to break who are you? Your bottle is drained, and the glass so scratched I rarely peer into your world anymore You lock your doors, you shut your blinds my hands are too bruised from knocking to try Your spirit seems faded and your voice numb Shut off, shut down, run away run A machine that never stops, a soul so lost You drip with despair, but your to broken too care Who are you?
Your seething eyes manipulate me Dressed in black, licking your crimson lips My shield of protection falls, i let the darkness in again Your hidden anguish captures me, for i remember it so well The destructive nature of your comfort seduces me like heroin I need it, i want it, i must have my fix of you. Your soft yet jagged features excite my senses. The venom from your mouth seeps through my veins You slither your way through me and swallow me whole I scream inside with agony, for i regret my mistake I feel my insides churn with disease while you pulsate yourself through me Your red eyes glowing, your black hair wet, you possess me again, Fucking me Fucking me dry The emotional violence sends daggers through my stomach My bones ache and my blood thickens The intensity heightens and you finally stop Emptiness penetrates me deeply While the wind blows, you swiftly disappear Your quick and enticing ways i remember all too well I sit in the quiet for my mind is at war your vampirish ways overpowered me again and I shun myself for letting you suck my soul.
These are poems that have been written over a stretch of two years, during a time of terrible hardship and illness. They are poems, letters to God, and written mementos of sorrow, pain, joy, relief, and love. Maybe even one or two of them will be words of your own heart. . . .
The cage of dreams that haven't quite taken flight yet...