The Broken Song


In Joy, in health,
A deceptive heart in love.
The defection is permanent,
It was not ever, meant to be real


Infatuation?
A notion to bend time?
A lust of life?
Or was it true, faithful, and pure?


Intimate in love,
Words, went unspoken.
A regretful life, where
Hearts are meant to be broken.


Why did you go away?
A senseless heresy?
A Blank arrow of betrayal,
Was it never, meant to be?


A million deals apart,
A minute seems like years,
A million miles away,
A million shed of tears.

Fuck You

NATASHA

Her life was bleak.

She had wept all night,

Weak and sprawled,

From her lonely fight.

She had been tortured,

She had been betrayed.

Violated, she has dripped blood,

from the scars,

that do not seem to fade.

She's Just a girl,

A flower, in the pond.

Everyday, to her, is a fight,

to break up her illusions, her heavy bonds.

She has been forced to love,

and forced to hate.

Forced to live, her lonely fate.

She lives alone, her head held high

Pretending it's over.

But, why did it have to be her?

Why did she have numbered days?

She trods on knowing-not,

With a painted smile, upon her face.

The struggler gives up.....

loses all hope.

She has been punished,

yet,

she cries no more.

The Photograph

The photograph, a still imprint, a memory captured,

Hung on the empty east-end wall.

A recollection it triggers, it anchors to,

her eyes, before the fall.

It hangs there forever.....forever to be true,

A possession so priced, I cannot afford to lose.

Yet, it lies there down trodden,

as the seasons come and go,

But the memory it provides,

haunt me no more.

I know I am afraid of change,

Afraid, of the final fall.

Afraid of the photograph,

upon the east-end wall.

A WINTER DREAM

A hope arrives, translucent,

But Its a dark road ahead.

A lonely Way, along the morbid weep

the Last Summer, long dead.

The fall triggers emotionally,

the seasons change anew.

The woods swallow the spirits up,

of the mocking birds who flew.

When it gets to winter,

when the snow will all but set,

I'll erase my world forever,

A sacrifice, a bait.

As sparks of me dissolve,

Into an all knowing Future Realm,

Not an empty prommise,but ,

It's My Winter Dream.

The diabolic sweep

When alone,frustrated,and lost,

I found peace in prayer.

But all those times have passed,

Now GOD dosen't even care.

the Subliminal verses, The evil leap,

Guides me now, the diabolical sweep.

Empty darkness,Lustful guilt,

Greed of Flesh, Orgasmic heals.

Jelousy runs,a vein of mud,

A drink of lifeline, a drop of blood.

A entity of pain,of death and hate,

A stuck up soul , And sex for bait.

An Earthbound existence, An undead beast,

A seductive lover, a fleshy feast

The Lone survivor, and now I weep,

But am lost forever, to the diabolical sweep.

The Poison Tree

All alone,so insecure,
I don't Know what to feel,
Broken down, by these elusive bounds,
I bend down,upon my knees.

As I fall from grace,distorted,
I wake up to the dark,
I lie alone,forgotten,
like a drowning-ocean arc.

The sun comes out,the drops of light,
But all it is to me, another bout,another fight.
I fight alone,face covered,struggling to be free,
From my life,
my life, a poison tree.