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I’ll build you a home in my arms,
Where you can be alone.
But if I do,
I don’t know
If there’s enough room for two.
If you’re in my chambers –
If you’re in my heart,
Then the last thing I’d want
Is for this house to fall apart.

Use Me

Give me all the good, all the bad.
I don’t care if you’re sad
Or if you will drown me in your sorrows.

Use me as you like
Before someone else might.

Morning Routine

Take my breath
With your hand around my neck,
And cold fingers running down my spine.

I live and die
At your command,
At your hand.

Every morning I try
To walk away
But you always chase

Me endlessly, relentlessly
Till I can’t see
The light ahead of me.

A Burnt Out Fire

The snow drifted gently through the trees
As the embers of the hearth faded out, one final time.

An atmosphere of fatality hung in the air,
A thick blanket of depression and sorrow.

No one held his hand
Or gave him their breath
As he went from this life
Into the next.

Staring Stars

They wept for hours on end,
In a storm of despair
And left their mark
On the windows of this room.

Now, the sun shines so bright
Reflecting in each eye –
A thousand stars
In a transparent sky.

All the marks and eyes,
Look into the windows to my soul
Which bears its own marks
And scars, from trails of tears

After years of erosion.
Now, however, there is only silence
Before the storm, and I
Can only watch.

Endless Depths

Flowers for the dead –
Crushed by the grave walkers,
And watered by the dreamers.

The resonance of decay,
And tragedy in eternal limbo
As their silenced souls weep.

A grey affair,
Perpetrated by the angels
And witnessed by sinners.

Every Day and Season

We all just want to be held close,
And be told that it will be okay
Some day.

We just want someone to hold onto –
That special one that makes us two,
That we can love the most.

I thought I knew what it’s like
But I don’t think I do,
Or have even a clue.

But I know I want someone
To fall for every day and season –
That someone that puts a spring in my step,
And is there with me through the blizzards and the flames.

Smoke

Smoking like a chimney,
You infect me
With the smug smog
Coming out of your mouth,
Along with the senseless silence
As your common sense has flown South for the winter.

On the Wrong Track

I’m listening to sad songs
Because there’s something wrong
In my head and I’m sad
All the time and not fine
When I want to end my bloodline with me
And can’t see how I can be free.

It’s a constant continuation
Of frustration
But I’m not hiding –
Fighting it as I just sit
And take it but I don’t fake it
Even though I wish I could

Get off at the next station
And leave this train of thought
But the ticket I bought was misunderstood
And now I don’t know what to do.