Left For the Shadow

Please tear my heart

Into tiny pieces

Rip it to shreds

So there’s no hope of repair

Melt down my soul

Into bits of metal

Cold and leaden

So there’s no chance of rebirth

Breakdown my trust

Into tarry rubble

Blackened and thick

So there’s no hope that remains

For if my love

Is left for the shadow

I ask you this

Leave nothing to recover

Empty

A cadaver with a heartbeat

A cold and lifeless hand

One used to stroke his gentle face

Lies dying in the sand

Sailing a ship of cellophane

And fragile broken hearts

The storm was quick and full of might

Limb from limb torn apart

What remains is but a casing

The soul was washed away

A psoriatic heart remains

Scaled. Hardened. Frayed.

A cadaver with a heartbeat

Is all that now is seen

An empty shell of what was here

And of what could have been

Broken Keys

I just wanted to be happy

Feel the sunshine on my face

But every time I look upward

The clouds work to erase

I just wanted to have a smile

Feel as if there were no cares

But every time I look inward

There’s nothing living there

I just wanted to be loved

Feel as if I'm the one to hold

But every time I reach outward

Their heart turns hard and cold

I just wanted to hear the music

Feel as if the notes came with ease

But every time I reach forward

The piano had broken keys

I just wanted to feel something

Feel elation or feel the pain

But every time I look downward

There’s only scars and marks and stains

Untitled June 4 2014

Love the sinner, hate the sin

Crimes committed, committed again

Truth hangs on a rusty nail

Hidden by hope, waiting to impale

Days pass on a tenuous thread

Bleeding heart, consumed by dread

Creating a world, nothing it lacks

Wishing affection, ignoring the facts

Aware of danger, asking for pain

Feeling the blood rush, seep from the vein

Crying the tears, that should not have fallen

Wishing return, the heart that’s been stolen