Screaming Motives

A pale star where once rose a roaring sun
One last grave marking my latest conquest
My sweet little cemetery of,
Erotic dreams and hopes so seemingly blessed.

Bloodstained mirrors speak to me
In tongues of mundane misery
Of all my rage in sweet tones of appeal
The image within is distorted
But my reflection's never felt so real

Beautiful lines spill like silver blood as the form of her repentance

Love is the balance of all
To ignite the sweetest grace
Or the most bittersweet of falls

We'll never heed the closer call
We'll be the end of us all

Save us from complexity
Science was the Devil's dream
This need to overanalyze
Turns wonder to anxiety

Sloppy psychosexual
Tainted and so sensual
A product so built up
That the reality seems dull

White wings becoming
Fashionably black

Don't touch my mind, it's
Mine
[Yours]
[Theirs (For the taking)]

But though your eyes are really brown
I could never place you down
For if your eyes were blue
That's the colour I'd be too
To grab the chance to be part of you
Together for all times, forever blue

Life started today
In a plastic garden
Cells went their way
Unable to say
A stolen apple's pardon

I hope your little piggy stove
Ignites your souls with fiction's pains
A flame to eat through every bone
The fire consuming every stone
And leaving only cartoon bloodstains
To adorn this happy ending's home

These words are nothing but a shield
To help my friendly smile hide what I feel
Sugar coats to hold up what we steal

...If life is really all about deceit, how do we deal?

Sick of feeling so resigned
I'd kill you to get you off my mind

Judas was my friend
He loved me till I had no hand left to lend

As silken daggers break our trust
And reach for the heart
A good deception is a work of art

Pity the ignorant, never the blind
This essence unlocks a lonely side
That a mind might mind and think of unkindly
I accept permanence like a line on the sea;
Sometimes the simple is too complex for me

"Mon dieu, my dear, I love your eyes,
These gorgeous eyes that hold such lies,
Of one who claims love and forever ties
Yet gifts another with thirsting thighs.
Shed then dear every tear you can cry
For I belong to you, and you to I.
You always will," I said in the thrill of the kill.

A gifted life is a life without a friend.

Show no mockery
To whom you have no empathy
For the gentle hands of Death
Might be bones for you instead

Heaven is a haven for the optimistic mind
Yet Hell invokes more action than
The sweetest things combined

And in the reflection of placid tides
Our make-believe Devil bides his time

So next time that you say
"Everything'll be okay"
I'll laugh my judgements away
Knowing that you probably paid
Thirty dollars a month to feel that way

Yet when Body owns your soul
Greedy lust can take it's toll
As absorbtion with oneself would soon swallow you whole

Bruises cry for closure from self-censure.

Alone..

Until I can bury the bones of a love that I never owned.

Motivation comes with a heavy price
Even water must freeze before it becomes
Hard just like ice

There's nothing to say to unambitious clay..

Daddy, do you love me too?
The walls saw things that would break a
Knowing heart right in two

Dull shades flash gold to strangers
And lonely bus stops hold love for
Those in search of ominous answers

Colored smoke was a smile
Decorating an unintentionally
Sultry expression on
The unobtainable's face

Oh, my sweet delusion
They don't believe, but I do
I'll be chasing after phantoms
All my life, if I have to

Does a stick of red ever have a home?
Or do the catalysts of beauty,
Always die, disfigured and alone?

To harden the heart is cowardly
Deserving victory is the key

No mercy to those you loveg