Untitled #9

Modest and so soft.
Outside’s just for show.
On the interior all is lost.
Relentless ego grows.

Emptyness

Not half- full
Neither half- empty.
Not too short.
Not even lengthy.
Bored to death.
Wasted hours.
All my feelings
They are
All the same
Yet same are none
A chill through my bones
And yet I burn.
All I said, all I wrote,
The entire length of this pointless note
Is as false as the life I live.
Emptiness - All I can give.

Melancholia

Melancholia, - the lonely exception -
I befriend without self preservation.
I dream about dreaming where I belong.
I feel happy listening to a sad song.

Untitled #8

The edge of conversation
Where opinions combine
Mine's as true as yours
Yours' as wrong as mine.

The Moonlight Shines...

The moonlight shines on her face
The moonlight shines on mine
The raging chords of a silent song
Crash into the night.
I make my way towards the sea
My pace slowed down by weight
The coldness within me reflects
The coldness of my blade.
The satisfaction I feel within
When I throw her into sea
The life in her is drained tonight
As is the soul in me.

Untitled #7

A butterfly lies dead in my room tonight,
Unnoticed by any being or any thing.
I would not have either,
Had it not suddenly struck me that
That is how I might end up as well.

Canvas

As the cycle of another day begun
She unlocked the portrait left half-done.
And as the rolling day came to an end
Not once did brush and canvas blend.