Evil Hearts
You smile and turn because you really can’t stay,
only a few feet, but miles away.
The arrogance that you wreak of, I’ll rip it from your hands.
tear down your banners, burn your flags, your existence will not withstand,
the ravens will cry for you at the sight of this disaster.
Diving from the edge, wishing you could fall faster.
You think yourself sly with your elegant cloak-and-dagger,
but your blade has dulled soft and your keen edge quick to shatter.
Sheets of mail beneath clothes so as to withstand your blows,
poison in both your drink and mine, I love you and it shows.
I am the magician in this epic tail tragic,
I have taught you to live and I have shown you the magic.
Recipient of all my secrets, you have sold them for profit,
I have come to reclaim your soul, I will end this and you will not stop it.
I can see your eyes after your countless tries to close them,
you refuse forgiveness and through crime become the victim.
I only wished to save you, I still burn from the fire I walked through,
through the torture I endured and all the deaths that I died for you.
There was naught in existence that kept us apart,
we were tethered, destined, set in stone from the start.
But you chose betrayal, you are a broken child, unstable,
and everything that you were able, you tore apart.
Did you truly forget what cannot be forgotten,
that everything you know, I am the teacher who taught it?
Do you know the stories of the dark nights,
the storms that ran from me and begged for help from daylight,
the symphony of metal that I so bravely orchestrated,
a drumbeat of the dead, among which even I was untollerated.
For a soul such as that which I possessed, could not find rest,
I became deaths nemesis, I was the best. Unfortunate and ill-fated.
And such were you of a lesser degree,
evil at best but full of beautiful tragedy,
I longed for that which I’d never once thought to attain,
for anothers redemption, to wash over you like rain.
Were it so easy, I myself would bare your pain.
I began to teach you, but my kinder words would never reach you,
the truth of myself on which I’d forced recession,
found its way to your heart and you drank my sinful aggression.
I would never be forgiven of what you learned that day.
to teach another how to sin in such a marvelous way,
and the death that rides on the morrows horizon,
will arrive on the scene and be without words to say.
Never was nor will there ever,
Be such a break in sinful forever,
as the mess we made, alive and in love,
we died together that day, saw the raven slay the dove,
death ran from us, for he had made preparation for only one,
He could never take us together, we were together, and feared neither him nor anyone.
So there alone we stood, spirits, unbelonging of each other.
Black with our hatred that could never hold another.
I laid on the altar our crimson swords,
I took your hand and said the words,
we had vows to make and I would start.
“Dear love of mine, will you receive my evil heart?
I vow to kill your darker side
if you’ll take this dagger and plunge it into the heart of mine.
I wish to hold your hand forever. Will you let me?
I want to show you how lovely you are, will you choose not to forget me?
I want to bring you the sun, give you all of it’s light,
that we may always find each other, no matter how dark the night.
And I will restore that which you have lost, you are forgiven.
Nothing you have ever done wrong has ever happened.
You are you. You are my beloved.
I offer you the world, free of all that is unclean.
Come with me my love, have you ever seen the ocean?
You can walk along its shores as the pacific waves lap at your feet.
Sand that will soon become diamonds
at the touch of this renewed heart’s heat.
And perfection will be yours, if you will be mine,
together with me, fallen angels in the sand,
I wish our hearts to be one and these words to bind,
Will you, oh my dear, offer me your marriage hand?
Mechanical soul
Augment my reaction. I wish not to be human.
I’ve hidden my soul in hopes that I might find a new one.
I’ll sign my will and waiver I wish to become clean.
strip the flesh, what’s left of it, turn me into a machine.
Remove my human heart, it’s weight is the world and more on my shoulders.
It wears my battle scars proudly of the war I fought with loves soldiers.
Replace it with fire, fuel for the motors,
to keep the cogs turning, they spin like a single-action.
Bone and blood that hold me together,
replaced by alloy that can withstand the weather,
this storm I asked you to dance in,
the rain that will come and the snow that has fallen,
will cover my escape. And I’ve seen lies in many shapes,
but yours is in the form of a poison,
love like venom and I drank without a reason.
Death to this body, my handcrafted cage,
replaced with lifeless metal that rusts away with age.
I’ve become a monster, a state-of-the-art machine.
My eyes have lost their colour, but I have not forgotten what I’ve seen.
And you bury your head in my steel chest,
my reading indicates your heart is broken.
I swear to God that these wires are for the best,
do you still regret the “words that went unspoken”?
Your eyes closed but your arms are still around me,
your tears are burning through the metal that hides my fragile circutry.
Flashes of light, long talks on school nights, was there ever a thing so pure?
Did I forget anything, a time when life itself didn’t sing, for us and our cause that we fought for?
I am electric, mechanical thought.
Fire to the touch and ice to those that have not.
Such as the void that is space,
I wish to be warmed by the touch of the sun,
look at the stars, meet them face-to-face.
There remains my humainity,
built on lies that I want to keep hearing.
Like a dream that you pretend to remember,
such are your words which are so painfully endearing.
And I do not belong here,
a machine of my kind has little to love but much to fear,
my wires force me to rotate, I run when I reach your axis,
you assumed that I have left your world,
but darling I have become your Atlas.
The Dark
You’re the dirt on my halo, the reason innocence goes bad.
With the only key to that back door in my heart,
the one I never knew I had,
you walk right into my very darkest part,
What’s more, you make your home there.
Where shadow-love lies, where superstition pries,
where the world is not but dreams and you are the only of your kind,
but all is not lost, for I am the only of mine.
It is my only damnable secret, that you are my capulet,
when under cover of night, you become my Juliet,
my shallow thoughts cannot comprehend this mystery,
that within the breath of dusk I so romance regret,
It baffles me.
Yet.
Before the exhale of daybreak I can by chance forget,
every shred of warmth I claimed to possess,
each singular piece of truthful caring that you heard me confess,
while my source was true, every instinct genuine when I claimed that I loved you,
those strands were torn at the slightest pressure,
with a razors edge I was quick to sever,
all that remained.
Now my hands are stained.
They are shaking.
I try to breath deep,
but all air escapes my lungs.
What
have
I
done.
I look for signs of life,
but there among my work,
I find not even one.
She is devoid of heart.
Look at this precious flower, that I have so vainly hurt.
There was not one good thing about this.
This was a wretched scene,
the end of a shameful act,
I am not a reaper, but I am loves ripper, a metaphorical Jack.
Witness as I choreograph my quintessential shame into a stageshow,
the cast is new, while there is not a single change to the crew, understand that they have nowhere else to go.
They build their sets to appear as an honest genesis,
with their finale being my exodus, and a sudden revelation.
That I meant every word I said, yet I dont remember saying them.
And I didn’t mean anything, spitting venom with the intent to sting,
look at the cuts my words bring,
look at the tears that she’s shedding,
I think I had those once,
tears,
they once fell like angels before the earth was formed,
let loose to wreak havoc, but I see with the eyes of the storm.
And there is nothing here.
Only peace.
Zen.
Silence.
A fluke of nature withholds the tempest.
Yet this paradise has become my confinement.
I am lost within this cell, caught within this emotionless state in which I dwell.
There is nothing here, but to advance I must brave the storm.
And that is one thing that I cannot do.
Not alone.
No man can withstand the gale force winds and still stand, he will fall to his knees.
Only another can put peace to the winds. She can change his world with an outstretched hand, and transform this tempest into a breeze.
Continued in “The Light.”
Skyline
Maybe you just keep walking until the memories stop coming back. And thats how you know that you’re okay.
Maybe you just watch the clouds and dream of something new. And thats how you get by.
And maybe silence is an okay option when you have no words to say. So will you sit beside me, and we can just watch the sky.
I just want to watch the sky.
I just want to watch the sky.
I just want to watch the sky.
I just want to touch the air, look deep into it’s eyes,
Run my fingers through what my eyes say isn’t there,
fall into it and be caught up by the strands of all of my lies.
I’ll face up to ever damn good and bad wrong thing that I’ve ever done,
if you’ll give me five seconds.
For just a short moment,
I want to be one with the air, and run from the skyline.
