Won my heart,

But you never collected.

Stole my dreams,

And cashed them in.

Too much loss,

My soul infected.

So much pain,

I never win.

Three days passed,

You still won’t hear me,

No more waiting,

Love is deaf.

Four damn years,

And still you haunt me.

Eat my dust,

You Mother-F.

Roses are red,

Like the color of dread,

Violets are blue,

Like the bruises on you.

Roses are red,

Like the anguish you bled.

Violets are blue,

Like the sorrow you knew.

Roses are red,

Like the eyes of the dead.

Violets are blue,

Like the veins you cut through.

I will follow you into the dark tonight,

You will never be lost or alone.

I will be your moon and stars tonight,

As you travel this path, unknown.

I will follow the trail of your blood, dripping,

I will hold your hand of thorns.

I will follow the sound of your heart, ripping,

And the cries of your pain as you mourn.

I will walk with you through broken glass

Of mangled love and dreams destroyed.

I will carry you through tangled mass

Of hopelessness and endless void.

I will shine my light upon your fears.

We will conquer them one by one.

I will dry your ice cold bitter tears,

And warm you like the sun.

Until the dawn shall first appear,

I will ease your burdens, long begun,

And stand beside you as you heal,

Until this darkest night is done.

When I go on the playground,

And walk up to a bunch of words,

And ask if I can play too...

They never say no.

Ever.

Eureka!

Discovered!

A life that wasn't known!

Buried alive,

Continued to thrive,

Flesh still clings to bone!

It functions!

It’s breathing!

Appears to have a brain!

It feels things!

It’s bleeding!

It recognizes pain!

This life form,

so different,

Is mine and mine alone!

I claim it!

I'll keep it!

I'll name this life My Own!

A house stands upon a shady hill…

Not grand in charm nor stature,

Yet drawing you against your will,

To welcome your disaster.

You know this house!...and so you dread...

As Truth peers out the window.

Old voices echo in your head,

A rising dead crescendo.

What lies behind its wretched door,

Is what you fear the most,

Dark hallways filled with blood and gore,

Those long forgotten ghosts.

It beckons you, not once, but twice!

Hypnotic, cruel tormenter.

It pulls you by your own device...

You've no choice but to enter.

“Remember!” screams the darkened shell,

And you do.. despite your horror.

History fills these walls of Hell,

And you're the damned explorer.

Here in this room.you've lain awake,

Love's footsteps loud, descending,

Down a spiral staircase to its wake,

The funeral neverending.

Here too, you've buried scraps of pain,

Beneath the floorboards, creaking,

In hopes that they would here remain.

Instead, they clothe you, reeking!

Here, once, you planned your future, great,

With thoughts of hope and freedom,

Your suitcase packed with guaze and tape,

To slow your steady bleeding...

Yes..a house stands upon a shady hill,

In the corners of your mind,

And though it hurts, you visit still...

In hopes that you fill find

Some secret passageway unknown,

That leads to restoration,

A healing, mending, loading zone,

To start your renovation.

Here, once, you thought you left for good,

And never to regress...

But truth be told, you never could...

You're too much of a mess.

@Fortbruce

The only way to eliminate Hate is to redefine it. For instance, Difference of Opinion does not equal Hate; Difference of Choices does not equal Hate; What does equal hate it not respecting different opinions and choices, and withdrawing love because of it. Conditional Love = Hate.

Twilight, and the ocean breaks…

As does my fragile heart.

I pray the Lord my soul to take,

Before I fall apart.

Twilight, and the ocean breaks,

As does my body, frail,

I beg to sleep and not awake…

I plead to no avail.

Twilight and the ocean breaks,

As does my brittle mind,

At last I rest, in sweet sedate,

And leave the night behind.

You send me checks that bear your name,

And hope that I am well,

You wish me all the best of luck…

And I wish you’d go to Hell.

You ARE the highest bidder,

But my pain is not for sale.

Just like those checks,

I BARE your name,

I bear it like the cross…

A burden that I carry to my grave.

And still, no price is high enough

To buy away my brain.

Why don’t you write the truth instead,

Upon that dotted line?

Why don’t you sign your given name:

Liar-Traitor-Swine?

And yet, I know…it’s ever true…

You’re STILL the highest bidder…

But I won’t accept your guilty offerings,

Nor slave to your regrets,

No matter what the ransom is,

You’re forever in MY debt.