Past

Rose petals
They flutter onto the floor
I pick them up with my fingers
And watch as they fall

No longer does it matter
I have changed, you say
The losing battle is now over
And the one you used to know
No longer exists today

I knew this would happen
I knew it to be true
Yes, you did break my heart
But I have since started anew

No longer will we see each other
Our familiarities have gone
The reason you will not tell me
Whether it is me who has done you wrong

No more living in memories
For now the past is past
We have gone our separate ways
For this love was never to last.

Help me

Midnight -
I sit engulfed by the darkness of the room
I try to put up a fight
But I know that he will come soon

I yell, I shout
I tell him to leave me
I try to block him out
And although I hear his voice, it is him I cannot see

I scream for him to stop
But his screeches make my ears ring
The sound resonates -
I shiver with the pain it brings

I know that he wants it -
My veins are hot
The fact that he wants control of my body -
Is it my fault?

I never used to be this way;
Until I had met her
I had never gone insane

I fight back; I resist
I do not give him control of my mind
He does not tolerate this
Is this a sign?

My life is his desire
His want, his lust
To descend me into Hell's fire
He says it is my destiny, it is a must

I tremble, I shake
I scream as he takes advantage
He possesses me
I howl in agony

I writhe in pain
Overcome with shame and agony
I know my cries are useless - no one will hear me
And yet I cry -
"Somebody, please help me"

A Letter

Sometimes I wish you'd fade away
But then I hope for you to say

That you won't go
That you will stay
That you might love me the way you used to say

I say I'm sorry
I say "Forgive me,"
But will you really?
Or will you hate me?

I don't know, I cannot say
After that shrug you used on me
I knew I had no chance to stay
For the shouts you used to say to me
Had scared my very self away

There in the kitchen lies a knife
That has the power to take a life
My prayer for insanity is not just a lie
For I do, indeed, wish to die.

But don't you fret - it is not your fault
For this is the fate that I have sought
I will leave you alone; I won't haunt you back
Despite the fact that your haunting me has no lack

So I say goodbye
Go back, farewell.
Till we meet in the next life
Or so Fate foretells.

The Bride

As the church bells begin to ring
So the cathedral lark starts to sing
The wooden doors burst wide open
And the bride, beneath her veil, is curtained

Her cheeks are pink
The blushing bride
Her smile she does not try to hide

Her long, brown hair
Glistening in the wind
Her eyes are happy
O, she smiles from within.

O, but does she know
The misfortune that is to be her woe
Does she see? That is, of this -
Or in her joy, the obvious she will miss?

Does she not see?
The rotten dirt she is to marry
Can she not tell?
That it is to abuse and suffering
Her soul she is about to sell.

This very young lady
One so pure, gentle, fair
Is about to be ripped apart by grief,
Violence and despair.

She will be treated as an object -
No choice, freedom, or life
Those who deny deny the fact
That has been proven worldwide:

All the descendants of his tribe
Have that nature, that which,
In their hearts, it sits
For they believe Eve was from their side
And so do to her as they deem fit

They despise and hate
Those they see as immoral
And believe they will die by the hands of Fate -
Rejoicing at their funeral

They claim themselves to be so pure
Clean and free and free from sin
Yet they take joy at Lucifer's fall
And treat him as their king.

They are blind, for they feel
The 'confused' are so sinful
That they are nothing more than Hell's tool
But are they not, by their actions, ten times more evil?

To them, prejudice, discrimination and abuse
Are rightly godly things
And the 'confused' who do no such sins
Are horrible, ghastly, unworthy beings.

But those of the 21st century
Deny this fact - they take no heed
But to their heels they take to find some means
To prove themselves right, justified and believed.

So I do pray
That you may take advice
Unlike the innocent bride
Who will, inevitably, succumb to their vice.

Ashes

Ashes fade away
The darkness turns to day
Do I still feel the pain?
I cannot tell, I cannot say.

The vines beneath my feet
Are crawling, creeping in.
The scars on my left hand
Are soon disappearing

I cannot leave, I cannot stay
I cannot run away

If that person ceased to exist
I would not have been this way
If I had never met her
Things would not have been a disarray

What shall I do?
What can I say?
From what, to me, was so dear
I have been torn away

I cannot blame her
She did no wrong
Perhaps the fault lies with me
Perhaps I am the cause

Where should I go?
Where should I hide?
Should I run away?
Should I lie?

Should I pretend?
Should I run?
Will I be a coward
Or will I face what is to come?

I used to wish for death
To wish to go insane
Now after what is done
Am I still pretending?

Perhaps I should go
Perhaps I should leave
I must learn to forget
So memories disappear like thieves

For I cannot breathe -
I have been drowned
Drowned in a lake
A lake of sweet memory

Maybe I should pretend
That I will forget
So that my wish would be fulfilled
And perhaps my life will end.