black-requiem

Did you knowThis is how it'd beJust when I should feel freeI’m more trapped than ever Surrounded by the venomous etherThat you created with your wordsTearing me down with every verseUseless

I sit in an empty room Black as my mind Staining the floor with the tears I’ve criedYou don’t see You don’t careI see youPass me byPretend to care if I cry But tomorrow will be deja vuYou don’t see me You don’t care You hurt meBlinded by the pain you inflictThere’s no problem That your hurtful eyes can seeThere’s never a problem Unless it revolves around you

Lover why don't you share  Your nightlight of lighting bugs Sealed into your translucent mason jar Illuminating my pathway  To a dreamland  Safe, far away from here I don't have your arms to hold me The darkness is overpowering now

Love's tragedy. Poetry's melody. You thought your seduction had me. But I'm just a pawn in the devil's clockwork. Fallen angels secretly using you. Pretending to be used by you. But we only abuse you, and that simply amuses you.

I am your tantric slave to your unbeating heartI can hear you calling my name and it's like a whisper carried across the oceanAnd in all ecstasy I can't remember  why I ever fell in love with you in the first place. While your hands caress my hips.

We all bid for your attention with sorrow in our eyes and pity in our hearts.The violin plays on as your colorful marionettes dance Tears are shed as the performance dwindlesStrings attached to our hearts make us involuntarily move while you watch on in joyous splendor.Oh how my wooden joints ache from years of entertaining. How I would like to gnaw through this twin that enslaves me.

I don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breezeyou were gone you were far away At the exact moment that I was watching the stars you were no place near or dear to me I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymoreI sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise The dew of the morning settles on my skin Pale as the winter snow that has long passedI have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall