Sunflower

Silently waiting... stalking with glances...
Undressing with thoughts...

'Anatomy', she said, 'is a passion of mine'.

Hungry lioness, reminds me of times forgotten.
When the early knife still was sharp
To unflesh the gallows in every gap.

Alas, but she comes with demons of her own!

Should she know the shadows that provoke me,
Or the devils that implore me...

She is cursed just like I...
But still her wounds go deeper than just the heart,
And yet her fear is reluctant of acknowledgment.

Will she ever see, will she ever know...
I wonder... oh yes... I wonder...

Her Story

Simply said:
There are no words I could offer.
No explanation that would comply.

She made up her mind...
She made up her truth...
Her fears rendered the reality she so much despised.

There is no true bond when fear is met
And repetition inevitably kills it all.

Just like oceans break the stone...

Just like wounds bleed undone...

She made up her story...
She made up her reasons...
Her fears rendered the thoughts that I portrayed.

There was no reason to salvage it
Even if hope still remained.

Just like a broken sword...

Just like a shattered hope...

Simply said:
There are none...

Gray

There are issues left behind, used matches.

Shift from white to black,
No gray in the middle, please.

My soul seems darker than before.
At least it matches, it figures.

Waiting is patience and thought:
True for truth-seekers.

An almost empty box.
Almost empty.

But one match is needed only... to light it all in flames...
And send the gray shadows away...

When They Leave

Deception for the faithful,
I steer a ship with no bearings.
If a friend's calling one can't take,
Escaping is the only mean of running.

For the deeper in the trace I fall,
The easier it lingers on my soul.
And, alas, my soul cannot be fooled,
Be it by others or myself,
When the calling was not my own.

Then dealing with my darkness,
I hear truths of sadness...
No loss, I say. For me, at least.

Yet the air that comes with each breath,
The toxins that enter here and there.
They shout... they proclaim...
Alas, today is simply another day...

But when your friends can't see the day,
And shadow down the unfitting path,
There are no words one can share
Which will deny the haunting they cry.

I hear their words, but can't relate.
The punishment was not theirs,
And the release is the truth we all will face.

Alas, I am numbed... I am numbed.