Will You Paint My Wings?

Every time I stand to stretch.
I feel as if wings would rupture from my back.
I wish only it were true.
Maybe I can play away from here.
It's so cold.
Please tell me you see my wings.
Please tell me I am an angel.
Please tell me I am your angel.
I'll watch over you.
I'll protect you.
I'll hold you.
I'll love you.

The Beautiful Scar, and the Forged Iron Curtain.

Tonight, lit by the moon's radiance, I stare into your eyes.
A piano and a violin, are heard in the air.
For many moons, you have played with my heartstrings.
I've always wondered, Have I ever played with yours?
With my wings open, I wanna hold you.
I wanna say will you hold me? Do you love me?
With your push away, you said no.
The angry face, I will never forget.
You put up the wall of pride.
You say you we were never even good friends.
Not even close.
I am a stranger.
You are never sorry.
You are never forgiving.
You are bitter.
You are cold.
I am cold.

Good Bye Forever.

There is so much to say.
I don't blame you.
I know you don't understand.
It's my fault.
I've changed you, I've made you miserable.
For that, I hope you forgive me.
I want you to always be happy.
But maybe this was all my own illusion?
She has made it clear that we were never close.
We were not even good friends.
I don't know if you lied, just to be nice.
But from recent events, I believe you have.
You are a wonderful person.
You lied to save my life.
For that, I owe you my life.
But no I will not do that to you.
My presence tortures you.
I am keeping you from greatness.
I guess, I showered you with too much emotion and love.
I wish I never opened to you.
I am broken when, I am open.
As much as I was cautious to never suffocate you with my emotions, I believe I have.
I think now and laugh.
If you knew me as others do, I think we would never had anything.
All I want for you, is to be happy.
This pain in the back of my throat, this blurriness of vision, is all too familiar.
So for you to be happy and free, I now sever our bond.
Perhaps we were never meant to be.
Be free and live happily.
In this world of darkness, I thought you were my light.
In this world of madness, I thought you were my sanity.
In this world of imbalance, I thought you were my balance.
I looked to you to keep me sane, but now I am only deeper into insanity.
I hoped you would be my Virgil and Beatrice.
I prayed you would lead me out of Hell
I prayed you would lead me through Purgatory.
I dreamed of us entering Paradise together.
But no, I face Hell alone.
I face Repentance alone.
And I enter Paradise alone.
Again my throat throbs with pain.
Breathing hurts.
But my most of all my chest.
I hope you forget about me.
Because I know I can never forget you.
I keep your photograph, because I know it serves me well.
I wish I could steal away the pain, that I've given you.
I know you pushed me away.
Pushed me away and I have fallen.
I will always remember your smile and your words.
They will always cut me.
There is so much more I wish I could say, but I will refrain.
I hope you never read this.
I hope you never remember me.
Good bye forever, my love.

This is You, This is Me

You sing the songs of Joy.
I sing the songs of Sorrow.
You dance with grace.
I fight with madness.
You paint a beautiful picture on the wall, with a brush.
I paint a gruesome picture on the wall, with a sword.
You write beautiful poems, love stories, and happy endings.
I write curses, harrowing stories, and tragedies.
You are benevolent.
I am malevolent.
You show mercy.
I show fury.
You are Angel.
I am Demon.
You are Beauty.
I am Beast.
You are life.
I am death.
You give breath.
I take breath.
You are love.
I am hate.

You hope one day, I will change and love you.
I await the day you destroy me, and in doing so; you destroy your dreams, and your reason to live.

In the end I win, you lose.

Rest for the Beautiful Mind

Ah, go to sleep my dear.
Goodnight and sweet dreams.
Dream a wonderful dream.
Perhaps, when I sleep we can meet in the lucid dream?
We could have many great adventures.
Maybe I could sum up the courage to tell how I really feel about you?
Tell you all the things I want to tell you?

Ah the words of my uncle keep haunting my mind.
But that's another story.

I wish I could hold your silky hands.
I wish I could touch your beautiful lips with mine.
Ah, I can't say these words enough.... This annoys me.
Only if there was a way I could show my love, then perhaps....