Illusions

Running from hurt

Running from pain

Running from heartache

Turning the knife

Twisting the stake

Echo the memories

Echo the fall

Echo the lust

Echo no trust

Falling slowly

Falling hard

Falling in deeper

Falling for the reaper

Charming and honest

Honest and true

Words that spill

Like waterfalls

Drowning in

Mouthfuls of glue

Capture me now

Capture my silence

Now all that exists

Are walls of violence  

Blind

Flourished watered

On display

Leaves that stretch out

Starved for the day

Glass divides

The air

Freedom captured

In perfumed water

Wild in a snare

Blossoms once bloomed

Darkness drives

The light pushed

Down deep inside

Lay petals

Falling no care

Perfumed water

Poison be aware

Control

Falling softly

Falling hard

Falling towards nothing

Falling into disregard

Whispering of words

Empty looks

Whispering of silence

Eyes dig in like hooks

Pass over me

Pass your goal

I am your meal

You feed from my soul

Hunger drives

The nothing

Stapled within

A body deprived

Twisted with sin  

Resist

Sweating fingers

Touching her cheeks

Brushing her hair

To the side

As his arms

Turn her to glide

Twisting turning

Life seems so unreal

Smiles on both faces

Something that can’t be replaced

Figure hugging dress

She is there to impress

Light filters the air

Sound of music

Is fulfilling

They are lost

Touching lips

Lust is laid bare

Capturing hearts

Captivating eyes

Smiling back

To him

Is this real

Or just a disguise

Affliction

Out in the distance

No one hears

His prayers

On a boat

Floating away

All that covers him

Is an old

Woollen coat

Silence is his enemy

Freedom is his friend

Time spent in his head

Only him to defend

Water ripples

Beneath him

Dragging him

Further away

Scorching skies

Turn to dark

In an instant

Plaguing him

Into retreat

Not wanting to defeat

Worries they

Carry him

Further

Much further

Until the

The line breaks

Softening as

He awakes

Eyes widen

Sun it returns

Returning to land

He is the forgotten son

Pardon

Embodied excited

Feeling drenched

His isolation

Is his proclamation

Shadows of past

Tap his shoulders

Holding onto

His burden

Fighting through

Fields of old

Stories of the past

Lives memories

Begin to unfold

Tortured thoughts

Walls capture

All he

He has fought

Spark

Tampered edges

Skin it pulses

Scent of him

It repulses

Guarded mind

Sheltered heart

Voices they echo

Time keeps

Them apart

Thrown into

The wild

Eyes gather

Tights lather

Dripping dropping

Night scented air

He is like a rabbit

In her snare