The Girl who Murdered Hope

Suffocating deep within her woven web of lies,

He’s gasping, begging for the truth, 
and falls, defeated by her mocking eyes.

He’s hypnotised, and like trapped, waking butterflies,

Words stir inside him - words he cannot verbalise.

And yet 

He is elated, elevated by her gaze,

By her sweet sardonic mind, found in an endless, frightful maze

He’s drowning in confusion, lost inside the foggy haze

That surrounds his soul and body; lures him in, in full embrace. 

Whisper

- Time trickles slowly, giving way to the sirens of our fears.

Sometimes we have to give in to the darkest thoughts that play with our sanity, and let them overtake our bodies, because when we finally get out of that feeling of dementia, we can feel content again. Feel Free.

A Tainted Tragedy

Listen to yourself. That hungry, leering voice.
Look me in the eye and tell me that you had no other choice.
You knew alright. You saw the path that you were taking.
You saw the havoc and the hurt, and the hearts that you were breaking.
You saw fear, and with longing eyes, you craved the pleasure that it bore.
You were addicted to the screams. They didn’t know you anymore.
To them, you were a sadist –the twisted man who wanted violence.
But you know the truth, don’t you? You just want to leave in silence.

So go on then, take the gun. Cradle it, and hold it to your chest.
Pretend the curse you laid upon them didn’t cause this retched mess.
Pretend you didn’t lure them in with your constant web of lies.
Then just like that, isolate those who for no reason, you despise?
Strange, pure, emerald droplets glisten, and seem mirrored in your gaze.
You hide this look of envy behind a glare, so full of hate and morbid rage.
Was it all because of him? Your darling father who’d always reprimand;
Who didn’t yearn the way of arts like you did, laid down his refusal so offhand.
The pain you would have felt, the scars of hurt he would have left,
Perhaps impaired you’re mind just slightly, with his power, his neglect.
But suddenly, this rage fell through you. Left you hollow. Took your soul.

Yet in its place, it left some fire. A sign of war, cascading through the world.