Scar tissue smothers a defeated heart

Thoughts like knives lacerate the brain.

A life weighted down by impending panic,

Nightmares no mortal mind should hold.

One day someone will see this love
Shining out from me
One day someone will feel the magic
Which silently resides in me
One day someone will look into these eyes

Footfalls of memory echo round my mind. And I know.
Recollections silently creep up from behind. And I know.
The damage you did me I shall live with. And I know.

Stars shine
Kisses divine
Feeling fine
Lovers entwine.

The bottom line?
This will never again be mine.

I once wrote of your funeral,

Too bury you in my past,

Concealed memories with the deepest earth,

And freedom came at last.

But from that grave I see your hand,

So many people wear the mask.

I have often wondered why.

For it is only the outer they can ever hide.

The truth is always within their eyes.

Black rainbows,
Desire-stained skies.
Hellish lows,
Fantastical highs.
One plus one should make two.
All my love I gave to you.

Viewed my thoughts,
Wore second skin.
Misplaced myself.

And I shall make you suffer My Dear.
I will dance to the tune of your pain.
Bare knuckles and blood and splitting bone.
You won’t fool me again.

And when you lay upon the floor,

I will not stand by your graveside when they lower you into its gaping maw.
However deep they dig that hole it would never be as vast as hurts left upon my heart.

The cloth from which it is cut is faded and worn.
Love woven by fingers of arrogance and shame.
Promises ripped, shredded and torn,
Hopes and dreams make a pattern the same.

You came just like the rain in spring,
Warm droplets of love soaked my skin.
And then you left me without warning.
Two cold years in black-clad mourning.

Now you return with Autumns’ leaves,

Hello my friend, the dead of night
I’m alone with you once again.
Peaceful sleep and calming dreams
Elude this restless brain.

Observing like the moon.
The clock is mocking from the wall

He must have heard my heart cry out.

He surely felt my pain.

Sometime in the dead of night,

Silently he came.

He spoke not a single word,

Just sat upon my bed.