“Your heart has fallen to the ground
cascades in broken pieces, endless shards
of a betrayal so twisted it seems to break
within a sun proposed of guilt,
the back of one so once renowned that crystal eyes
pierced deeper then,
they never knew to cut into a soul so pure
that no light had ever a chance to radiate from inside itself,
now ripped in shards strewn across the floor,
guilty and alone”
Awaiting deeper, inside the cavern left of broken dreams,
condemning            a thorn that pricks and stings so wonderfully
will this perfect knife so willing cut the hand
that once held the petals so close
though willing for blood to pour from what is not there
What will ever be there?
without deceit, unbroken hate
won’t appear
will not die in self-consumed pity
leaving laughter outside of the window
as creation ceases to be born
from imaginations of happiness
coiled without empathetic beauty to keep it company
your fear is my betrayal
singing sweetly toward the barren seas
hope begins to lay itself within your deceiving mind
perfection is so comprehensible to believe,
under these altering lies of passion
twisting, yearning to cling upon your unloving bones
never wanting to be released,
digging deeper,
burrowing a hollow room to seat itself gracefully
in reverence
lay your heart onto the bitter ground
and let the residue of death pour from it like a waterfall
of black poison caressing the rocks so sharply your undeserving heart dies
again and again before your beautiful eyes,
green, a laughter forming in its depths,
but waiting for the one moment it knows she cant stay
to keep together…
what you have
you lost centuries ago
and yet you know for one inconceivable moment
you have it there
Running, you stare endlessly, far between the darkness
Deep prisms contend on the world, rules
You bent them to such a degree, and in such a breathtaking way
Your mind travels far away
from what you would care to know to be true
insanity
This for now and all after pitiful attempts to revive yourself
The realization that there are no more secrets left lingering
Upon shards of steel
These crimson curtains            that fall to the floor            beckon the rain
Kissing            temptation
The line you begin to cross is obsolete and continues to sway
Into memorable circles tied between consciousness

all that is left is pain
this emotionless body
contains from deep within
a decaying mind

your secrets unfold
satin falling from the sky
draped upon itself holding
comfortably under your lies.