Love-Undefined

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?

1. The Depiction of Witches in the Media or other forms of expression as Evil, Ugly Women Ridiculous but tolerable. Witches have been the core of many fables and bedtime stories. The media has taken the liberty to twist this in any fashion they wish. If the person is willing to learn about what the Craft is truly about, I'll explain. Truthfully, I find Hocus Pocus to be a great and very entertaining movie. 2. Veganism and whether or not it should be part of a witchcraft or pagan lifestyle Truthfully, I'm not sure I could ever be vegan. Though it is a very lovely practice, I grew up on meat. I don't believe judgement should be passe

In a world in which had no explanation, I was but one question in a sea of possible answers. Under the judgmental gaze of one I could not connect with, and the followers judged almost as harshly. I did not want to fear! For why should I fear what I am told to love unconditionally. But we are all God-fearing beings, if we are worthy of heavenly pleasures. So in a world of 'divine' hipocrisy, the search for truth is a long and almost impossible journey. One that I was making alone. I fell to my knees every night, holy jewelry worn on my finger and around my neck, hoping that somehow these would save me from the hell I was told I was moving

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.

There is a place inside everyone's mind Where insanity runs free and can not be confined Where demons are only created by you Where monsters are playthings and nightmares are true Hidden deep, subconsciously writhing inside Are our selves of this world, unable to hide In a place of only darkness, where is there to creep? How are you to fear what you already can't see? Don't hurry your trip to your lurid destination The land is now dry, so take sips of salvation But it slips from your grasp, through cracks in it's cup So clasp your hands tightly and pray you'll wake up

Welcome to a world of made-up faces Lurid graces Hidden traces Where everything is tainted with the horror of Satan's embraces Hear the silent, gentle cries See their eyes Do not despise Pity them in conceit For the depth of their demise Now, quiet, you need to not to fear Don't shed a tear You are safe here Although the fact that you are May seem slightly queer Oh how I see you're panicked now Your head does bow I do see how But fret not, for in these moments Dread we do allow But now it is time for you to see No longer free The same as me Lost and in our ASYLUM Is where you are meant to be

Dear my (unrequited) Love, awake Your mind and finally seal my fate My demise of which I do await And my thirst in which you sate Dear my (unrequited) Love, avenge I shall my heart and there will end My list of problems to amend My craving for revenge Dear my (unrequited) Love, you see The devil was expecting me And I had to close for thee The beautiful eyes from which you did see Dear my (unrequited) Love, how sad That one word could simply drive me mad You never experienced my love How tragic How awful How bad

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here To sing a song of dread and drear A land of lurid fright A sure monstrosity of a sight Where when red roses bloom The presence alone ensures your doom Where if you play your cards right And with all your might you fight You'll still end up running for your life Wrapped in conflict, caught in strife You've caught insanity, I'm sure That only Haloperidol can cure Curiosty killed the cat, I bet Oh, but was it I? Now I forget Is it his voice I hear? In my mind does he appear With smile wide and words so wise With yellow, frightening eyes Perhaps you can help me, dear They say that you are l

Dear to whom it may concern I'm writing because you never learn The shadows do have tales to tell You'll hear them if you listen well Outside your window do they creep Inside they wander while you sleep In whispered voices do they tell The story of how the angels fell And how you may be one of them too That's how you know what they never do Heed my warnings and you'll be safe When the dark is something you can't escape Now never forget what I have said Sincerely, the voice inside your head

As I'm lying in my bed, you see That pathetic thing dying there is me That broken piece of humanity That crack in human-kind's sanity That shattered damaged entity The epitome of abnormality Close the door please as you leave Leave it open and I fear I'll freeze And you see, ever since we did participate Even blankets can not warm the coldest of hearts

Somewhere she is calling my name Burdened, emotional, loved, insane And when she sees she has nothing to hide I will hear her,calling my name inside She hears me But deep inside, perhaps she fears me I am calling too And the trouble she put me through Maybe I am afraid too But I am bound by my burdened feet Pitiful me, perhaps she'll Where my wings should be

Hello, doll. Dance for me, please. 'Tis not a request, Fall to your knees I will be watching With my selfish eyes While you dance to your death, Demonstrate demise Oh, my love Do not let your blood stain the floor You were punished When it happened before May I pull at your strings? May I play with you, dear? Pluck the notes of your heartstrings, Hum a ballad of fear. Oh, darling there is no need to fight. But the devil does enjoy such a sight

After a terrifying moment of quiet contemplation I began to ponder differences between love and desperation Between affection and affliction The quiet, stable place between freedom and restriction The walls of home somewhere between delicate and stable The story sometimes told as fact, sometimes as fable The part of hearts that is of peace that is made of agony Someone you know not as friend but not as enemy The scales of fate do not distinguish whether you detest or you adore Or the fragile strands of fate whether you treasure or abhor After a quiet thought that may strengthen my salvation The line it does disappear, that between