Silence

Scarlet cries my arm raises into these hours so late
Even the sky put on its mourning attire for my sake

Paper cuts scattered all over my burdened mind
Microcuts within my chest beautifully aligned

Brand new cuts settled now on my skin
The aftermath leaves me blind to this sin

My darkened eyes drink up the numbing bliss
While silence bestows on me a catatonic kiss

Forgotten

She stands in the vacuum,
That is The Lonely,
Her eyes, her sentinels,
Awash with tears.

Translucent skins reveals,
Her inner fragility,
And none bear witness to this fleeting insight,
Before she fades.

For she is without consequence,
Her substance lost as unbeheld,
As disinterest has judged her,
An unworthy vessel.

Thus quietly doth she traverse,
To the land of The Forgotten,
No cries doth she emit,
For cries unheard, she knows are in vain.

The Illusion

You are the illusion, you never shall end,
With the cloak and the mask the truth you will bend,
And with callous objections you’ll corrupt all you see,
Until you’re surrounded by all who believe.

You are the illusion, you never shall fall,
Their pain is your life force, their terror- your call,
You swoop and you glide and you take what you need,
Until they are broken, no more can they bleed.

You are the illusion, the face of the damned,
You steal away innocence, smite all you can,
Fill them with horror and desolate dreams,
Happy- you listen to each of their screams.

You are the illusion, yet I have the eyes..
I watch you – I see what’s beneath that disguise,
Try taint me, and pain me- steal all that I love,
And I shall ignore you, and soar far above.

You are the illusion, yet now none believe,
They can all see you, they’re listening to me?
Who will be there to take care of your mask?
And your cloak- as you’ve failed in your task.

You are the illusion; you elude not a soul,
Wrapped up in darkness, shiver with cold.