A Murder of the Heart

The wrath of a kind-hearted person
Is a terrible thing to behold,
For if you can set fire to the rain,
It will burn the world.

The cold of a loving person
Is an ever-lasting frost,
It is the dying light of the day,
It is the knowledge that the warmth will never return.

The resignation of a giving person
Is the drought when you are dying of thirst,
It is the water you let go to waste;
We always miss the things we never properly appreciate.

The absence of a caring person
Is an eternal darkness,
It is the love generously given to you,
Gone forever.

Fight

There is a never ending war within myself,
There are no victories or losses;
Only a weary soul that desires simplicity.

There is an ongoing battle between you and I,
Where every victory is a loss, 
And we are battered from words unexpressed.

And I'm fighting, everyday,
Against the past, against the darkness,
A fight to stay alive, to keep us alive.

Until the Day I Live for Myself

...an eternal sleep sounds fucking fantastic right now.

To the East of Eden

I think the world of you
But I wonder if your world
Even has me in it,
So I take a bite
Out of the apple
In your outstretched hand.
I lick the corner of my mouth
While you stare hungrily,
Eyes beckoning me to join you. 
And loving you, is
Taking another step in the dark
Towards the precipice.
Each step has me
Shaking and uncertain,
But the danger, is alluring.