Pain cries to be let out,
Bright anger dripping against pale helplessness,
I can neither scream nor shout,
With such an eloquent voice as this.
Sharp relief comes to me,
With crimson marks carved to stand against them all,
And my soul is plain to see,
When I feel so very worthless and small.
Hurt escapes with each line,
A valid punishment for my every sin,
I release this anguish mine,
Rather than to keep it all within.
The weasel war-danced round the room
And frolicked round the tree.
She laughed and cantered 'oh what fun,
Those baubles are for me.'
With a squeal she leapt up high,
And grabbed trim so sparkly.
Her weight did pull the garland down,
Pulling the glass balls free.
Each pop and crackle made her wince,
Looking round in mis'ry,
Oh mom will surely have my ass
When this mess she see.
The angel watched with 'cusing eyes,
As ferret laughed with glee,
And left a note 'neath the pine bows,
'Twas the cat, definitely.'
Velvet darkness embraces me,
My senses take in the night,
To breathe in its tranquility,
To bathe in pale moonlight.
What joy can too harsh day bring?
It blinds, steals the mystery,
Burns, cannot make my blood to sing,
Like soft, sweet caliginosity.
Can any fear this elegance,
This dance of light and shadow,
This dark, nocturnal romance,
Timorous souls cannot know?
Dare you to walk the night with me?
This silken veil uncover?
Or pray that dawn you never see…
Lost in this amorphous lover?
Sinking into the quicksand of my mind
Smothering against the pressing darkness
The stench of my own thoughts I leave behind
The bleakness of my soul hides my distress.
Did I ever feel sunlight on my face?
Was there ever joy blooming in my heart?
Or was I ever alone in this race,
Always watching, destined to be apart?
I'm falling down now, slowly by degrees,
This quagmire pulling me to my death.
I'm lost in the mists of my memories,
My emotions choking off my last breath.
I can find no purchase, nothing to grasp,
Just this slippery dark, laughing at me.
I wonder if I should struggle and gasp,
Or if going under would set me free
What Persian alchemist made
the elixir of life?
That ambrosia that cuts through the blood
like a knife.
Should he not be recognized for this
dark pleasure?
His invention should be savored
as a treasure.
That strong addiction that can bring
life to the dead,
The sweet seduction that makes us
struggle from bed.
The aroma alone rejuvenates
the soul.
Its tempting vapors promise to
make our minds whole.
For a taste many would travel to
hell and back.
What a sin to dilute this,
so I'll take it black.
A child, in lilac bower seeks to hide
Without, a dark gale closes in on her.
Leaf and blossom will shield her from the rain,
Still… drops, like cold, wet fingers, trail o'er her.
Shaking with despair, she still fear to move,
Her fervent plea is to remain unseen.
She still shivers there, within me, herself.
Waiting in shadows for the storm to end,
Frantic in reaching for sunbeams and flowers
Her arms are raised, begging me to save her.
God weeps for us both, this child and myself,
For only I can reach her to save us.
Oh, bear me aloft on night's wings
To onyx skies where fear sings
A desperate tune with desire.
That place that can quench my inner fire
As I bask in soft starlight
Oh, lift me up on the wings of the night.
Oh, let me feel freedom of flight
To soar above love and fright
On dark breezes let me glide
Where deepest passions cannot hide
And welcomed, terror will come
I beg you, give me flight's sweet freedom.
Oh, listen to the night beast cry
As I cling to the dark sky.
Far above their darkened state
I will silently watch and wait
To shiver at other's plight.
Oh lift me aloft on the wings of the night.
It's been so long since I put it on
I forgot that I wore
A mask.
Not glitter kissed or all feather dressed
But plain and dull
To see.
Till one day it cracked and flaked a bit
And then in shock
I screamed
As fingers flew to hold it in place
It crumbled in
My hands.
Then I was a stranger to myself
And to all those
I knew.
A little girl in big, grown up clothes
With sleeves flopped o'er
My arms.
My mask was ruined, and I was lost
Not who I thought
I was.
Now I must know, do I glue it back
Or grow up on
My own?
Fear is a living being
That feeds on men's dreams
A darkness, always shifting
It's not at all what it seems
Terror, a formless shape
Lurking in the dark
Wearing no black velvet cape
Leaving no tell tale mark
Dread paralyzes your heart
It will strike you blind
So that you can't see that it's part
Is all played in your mind.
A splash of crimson
Marks the death of day,
As his heart sinks into its grave
The funeral will begin.
His love, clad in black
Will shed sparkling tears,
Her white face, sad and alone
Watching o'er his tomb.
Can it be her love,
Or her anguished pleas
That relights his cold, dead heart
And with passion ends mourning.