When Love becomes the Enemy
When love becomes the enemy
A memory of him
He who walks away rather bluntly
Rather brashly when love becomes decay
Even if we fought in that drought with a smile on my face
Something that night turned and etched upon his face his eyes with anger enough to kill
My permanent thrill
He turns as I dredged through bitter cold and gloom a heartless man with no remorse
All for him
Undying affection devoted attention
Infused without words a glimpse in his eyes was enough to say
Our last goodbye without return removed from good and traded for evil my love stirred hate instead
And now I lie awake at night and ever asleep by day in motion I fall through dizzy haze
Addicted lover of invisible craze no matter the change I see him through the gaze of my own reflection whilst day and night my soul turns and tosses each direction without its cage it stands erased betrayal by this lover a Judas Priest a vicious beast my love intensely thunders my mind burnt with that grievous lease....the
Lease of love, as she fucks him now.
The Sweetest Thing
A crescent moon.
A fair shining face of desire.
Desire for innocence...
Playfulness the child of light.
A happy boy my happy love.
Stolen by vain glory.
Lovely William lovely boy.
I thought I couldn't hold you.
Wake up wiping all your tears away.
With a hushabye tune..
Of reassurance that I'm not going to leave.
Until I have to, but by the dawn
The window creaks and shutters.
As the winter winds breeze through;
Holding tight,
The endless nights.
My little boy blue...
Baby blue where are you?
William darling who?
My little boy blue...
Raging with the moon.
How sweet can anger be...
FR/END
When all my friends leave me
When all my friends leave
When all my friends
When all my
When all
When
.............they leave
They....
Me.
Fake or phony,
Sad and lonely.
Torn but waning.
Trust for trading.
Sympathy for lies.
Traded disguise.
My eyes washed out,
Blinded from doubt.
Unable to see.
Who is there, for them or me?
Betrayal of friends.
Betrayal of family.
Betrayal of life.
Betrayal of sanity.
Sobriety fades.
A cyclic decay.
This loss and dismay.
My final plunge....
Who’s out there next?
Who is my friend?
Who is a foe?
How can I know?
How can I see?
With eyes so blind.
Unable to spot.
A treacherous lie.
A lie from a friend.
A lie from an enemy.
Who is my bruise?
And who is my remedy?
Am I just dumb?
Or all this time a target?
What am I doing,
That deserves this calamity?
A cyclic calamity accused of vanity.
Accused of vanity from petty pitch,
Or deep buried jealousy.
No mind is crisped.
No mind is fried.
No mind beguiled,
As much as mine.
At such a young age.
Of such old ambition.
And the work won’t match the timeless tradition.
The weight of the standard my crumbling world.
Of loss...
Loss of a friend, or of what I keep thinking will be no end?
Where is stability?
The threat of my friends.
What irony.