Love-Undefined

Let me introduce you to The trouble that I can't undo The little girl with crazy eyes To speak to her would be unwise Retreat from the insane child Her thoughts they run both cold and wild Incapacitated by the truth Her frail form, her burdened youth The nurses whisper, they don't see "The shadows, they don't talk to me." Unbalanced, she must walk the line The tightrope between deranged and fine She talks in third person so you don't see That she is I and I am she

Now correct me, You see, for I am no longer sane If I am wrong of what sadnes and badness became I was bottle-fed and bathed in cyanide. Smothered and trained in genocide Raised and chained to be hypocrisy's bride Humankind's slow, healthy suicide. Love, a little girl lost Somewhere in her past And growing up madness Doesn't happen so fast.

The shadows are moving. Where they hide within them, creeping on their fingertips. Slowly, moving towards you in a manner so discreet. And swiftly does your mind bend to the will of the angels that haunt you. You do not sleep anymore. They come for you in your nightmares. And the shadows are moving. And the silence that their presence brings rings within your ears. You can hear them breathing. You want to scream, to break their silence, but your body belongs to them now, and your lips are a pale blue line on your face, and your hands are clasped together. It is so cold. They are moving, dammit. You can no longer move. You watch them as t

Hello, my love. My hands are stained With eyes that Recognize my pain If I could feel I would abhor The shards of hope Upon the floor They brought me To my own demise But hid me from Condemning eyes Don't try to save What's left of it Come, my love Just sit Let us admire this lurid work of art Of what used to be my heart

My bindings, held together Like a book within her hands Became victim to the agony Of her cruel, unsightly plans Welcome me, my pain For to you I am no stranger Label me a masochist Torn together by danger Read my words, my darling But heed my warnings even more For after infatuation After battle, comes the war

It hurts, said the heart, withered down in the chest I was following your lead, I thought you knew best Don’t be silly, said the mind, I’ve known since the start Its dumb and its stupid, that silly old heart 'Tis I who knew of the uncoming despair And you still let me do it, that hardly seems fair You must take better care, said the heart, this is wrong To let us suffer because of the path you are on Twas my head who held steady without a warning or care Twas my heart who pushed forward, led me here, took me there Twas my heart and my head that ground me to rubbish So why, in the end, is it the body I punish?

Hello mother, how is today? Is it sunny, is it cold, or is it pouring rain? Just like it was yesterday. But the again, it wasn't yesterday. Is father still working, or did he finally get off? Did he get so damn tired that he yelled at his boss? I know its gotten rrough. And  I'm no stranger to tough. How is my cousin, does he know where he's sleeping tonight? Is Tommy okay, or did he lose his fight? Is your sister alright? I haven't seen him, that's a good sign. Are my uncle's paintings finally finding him fame? Can you let him know, he'll see his brother again? Yeah, he's okay. Cause around here, we don't feel that p

From affection and infliction we are raised to fear what we do not know. But your words, they tear like the claws of abhorration upon my back. And your eyes they sting like cyanide upon my youth, upon my pride. Your fist could hurt no worse. And your hands, they wrap themselves around my pride and from it bleeds my happiness, but your uncaring, calloused palms, they teach me lessons in life and love and I come to my revelation. My small amount of love and forgiveness for you will be forever stronger than your hate towards me. I am not wrong. I refuse to fall.