Break ControlI’m stuck
in endless cycle.
Face in the muck,
never releasing the handle.
is the darkness.
Where there’s no trace
of my former youthfulness.
from my cage.
I want to be free
and live my age.
ResentfulGhosts of memories haunt me
men I have cared for over the years refuse to fade completely
I hate being used
of being so gullible
I can't get over the empty words and careless actions towards me
I want to have control of my heart
I don't want to have to glue it back together for the zillionth time
My light is brighter and darker
Lessons learned slip away
but pain stays
I cannot believe they meant any words of love
I was just too desperate
Pity and charm
dreams and scars
Shattered over and over
I cannot believe any more
I still hope
I still care
Even though I've forgotten
A piece of me still loves the ones from before
Seeking the PreciousA grain of sand on the beach
searching for its identity
But it's far out of reach
stretching on to infinity.
It doesn't shine like metal
nor taste like wine.
It's not toughened by battle
or softened by time.
The little grains around it
have their small differences.
That make them just a bit
unique and so priceless.
But it could just disappear
from this great shore.
Noone would shed a tear,
it was nothing more.
So it laid in despair
till one hot day.
Someone came to lay bare
their boredom and mundane.
Chanced upon the average grain
and stored it away.
For both were the same
never to part again.
fallen angelshe's a broken china angel fallen
straight from heaven's thrones,
all perfect glass manners and façade faces,
wandering lonely, worn out places -
A cave of lies to bury her soul in,
a cloak of deception to cover her face with;
such a perfect mask that no-one can see past the
walls to the pain within.
(every night she asks me if the sea
needs the moon as much as it pretends to -
and I say "yes", ever hopeful)
DevourOh I'm well aware of my own limitations,
Unlike you, I do not quite have the talent.
I cannot warp the minds of the young and malleable,
I cannot make them believe I am greater than I am.
I am simply, not like you...
But if I were to eat you, I wonder.
Would I too experience such glory?
If I were to devour your flesh,
And drink your soul as if it were a fine wine.
Would I too become great?
Let us find out you and I;
And I'll thank you in advance, for the lovely meal!