darkdayswemake

Simplicity is all that made me. Complications come in, unforeseen. The struggle is in the indecision, Holding on or climbing out? Finding myself somewhere, buried, deep down. Needing, hoping, wanting, Doubt! No easy choice, No definite route. Fault lies not with him, Or the hopes and dreams. It's with this tangled mess, broken, me...

precious one What do you think of me? Dressed in pain and wrapped in hatred. Painted with a smile. Innocence is candy coated, it only lasts a while. Sweetness on the inside is bitter to the taste, happiness is feutile. It ends when we wake. Little dark child. Your clown if you wish. You dress me up and beat me down, seal it with a kiss. Hold me still and craddle while the disease eats away. Theres nothing more to do, theres nothing left to say... What do you think of me? Drinched in blood and drowned in anguish, Picturly grotesque. Sanity for me, is only holding onto threads. Morally disturbed, I'm morbidly aware, that if i look inside,

Lunar Curse Under darkness a figure did arise To hunt those picked to be his feast No compassion did flicker in his eyes For that is the nature of the beast Causing pain and death, he did not care And never was he stopped, I'm told Until the day he saw maiden fair With her enchanting gaze, a spell unfold The beast inside, he still remained But with the love he had procured The violent soul within was tamed And the lunar curse had been cured In this beast, love had found its way to thrive Giving chance where others before her had not tried.

Letters to the Deaf Many years I've cried for you. My tears have dripped and dried for you. And all alone I've found myself, Being second best, to how you drown yourself. Is there any stopping now? Your self destruction knows no bounds. As a child I once held hope. Thinking that one day you would know How badly I needed you to hold. And ever since mom's been gone I wished you would come back home. I remember being a child of five When mom got sick and died. Now it's nine more days 'till I turn twenty-two But there's still no sign of you. It's the same like that every year. You're in a jail cell writing words That I never wan

An Exchange There she lay in the dimming light Next to the blowing curtains Watching the dying embers plight, Thinking of uncertains. She was breathing the crisp night air In the stillness of her room. It's still a thought I cannot bear But one that does consume. And on the wind it floated in Like a mournful funeral song. The whispers of long dead men That seemed to have never gone. Suddenly, a fog rose over the courtyard, Thicker than any such before. Making breathing seem so hard And leaving emptiness over the moor. And there in the swirling mist, The dark shadows did arise. Climbing from the Abyss With burning fire in their eyes. The

Under the Moon The wind floats on the tree tops As the moon rises and stretches her arms. I cast away my day's thoughts As I look out onto the water. Lights, like tiny diamonds, bob up and down, with each wave towards shore. I breathe in the warm summer night And let dusk hold me there, in that moment in time. The water laps against the bank As the reeds dance with one another, Swaying with the breeze. And I think, how I'd love to dance with them As the crickets play the beat. Oh how I'd love to dance, With diamonds in my hair.