My Home

This home changed twice around me.
Once it was filled to the brim with books,
With love, with all the luster of youth.
Then the heat escaped,
The ceiling needed patching,
The floor left splinters.
Day turned to night,
But there was no light.
When morning broke I climbed,
To patch those holes,
But I opened my eyes to find,
A room of beauty,
Music and roses,
Orchids and white sand.
The sun shined through,
Diamonds burned my eyes,
This house, this room,
It wasn't mine.
When I blinked it was gone,
I was here again,
My real battered home,
With just one sad song,
Where I suppose I belong.

Demon's Gaze

I see their eyes,
everytime they look through me,
everytime they beg me.
But they can never love me,
it's the curse of this horrid thing I've been given,
to forever dine in lust.
Never to know love,
letting the heart rust.

Children Among Giants

How cruel a blow,
To give your heart only to take it away,
from the beggars, the weepers,
The ones that loved you so.
They'll sit there, just staring,
not knowing whether to stay or go.
Just children among giants,
hoping one will look and admire,
The sure and true beauty,
of the dead flowers and whithering souls.

Flightless Bird

Shouldn't have gotten brave,
Shouldn't have flown away.
Now I've gained this broken wing,
And crawled back here until next spring.

Paramour

Washed up,
worn down, tired, youth.
Hollowed out shell,
visible scars from their use.
Bled until dry,
Still manages to cry.

Destined

I am one of many,
never to be one of a kind.
Unimportant, anonymous lover,
stealing moments, stealing time.
Fool to believe I was anything more.
I know my place now, earned it, so please, I implore,
use me how you want, hold fast or lambaste.
Love me then leave me,
long ago I should have foretaste,
the birth righted life of an outcast I face.
For there's nothing more for me to be than a pistol to the head,
of every soldier I've shared a bed.

Bleed, Child, Bleed

I screamed for help, but you weren't there.
You just sat over there in that chair.
But how could you have known?
In you, I found home.
Watch me drown now, watch me hurt,
as the blood stains reclaim their place on my skirt.
The execution of innocent trust,
played over and over, masked as lust.
Every night they keep haunting,
I hear his, strongest of voices, taunting,
"Foolish child, can't you see?
There's no love for you as is for me.
Your face is too fine,
your love too divine.
Don't wish to belong,
It takes far too long.
See now, my whore?
No one wants you any more.
Come back here, you'll never be free.
Just do me a favor, don't show that face to me."