Oh, Red AppleOh, red apple.You drag the trees down by their leaves,Burn the summer with your grief,Stir the ocean with a splatter of red;Name the dead living, and the living dead.You forsake your anger, and try bury the pain;You squeal the song with the banished refrain.Accept your losses and rest your ruby headOn chalky grass; on a double-dutch bed.Rise from death, and kneel in the morgue;Witness slaughter every beat of the clock.Blame the blade slitting your crimson throat(But then again, Newton never taught hope.)You greet the white crush by the open gate,Exclaim your last love, and embrace a second fate:You're swallowed down into the binary manAnd can try, at long last, to climb outThe trashcan.
Bleeding InkStuck in a tornado:A whirlwind of emotions.I am held captive in its eye.I live the life of an artist:I can step into anyone's heart.Their pain; their love,Penetrate my life.Never.Never, are they my own.I am a shadowOf reality.Black bloodIs mine.Please. Please.Give me life.Or,When my heartBleeds again,At leastLet me die.
Kingdom of the BrokenheartedUnder the snow falling from trees,I reside inside the cold of my soul.I die slowly in the nets of faithAs I come to knowThat love has faded from the cards.And frozen in my steps,In this kingdom of broken hearts,I await a sun who can meltThe chilling truths of this hell.I lift my hammer with frozen fingersBut cannot break the prisonWhich I can no longerBelieve to be just.The heartstrings: they cannotIndeed be reached, or struck.Cold kingdom of hearts:Where all those never lovedCan only wait for the melt.Are the pieces too sharply cut;The edges of the ice too roughTo be touched or loved?Under the snow falling from trees,I reside inside the cold of my soul.I die slowly in the nets of faithAs I come to knowThat love has faded from the cards.And frozen in my steps,In this kingdom of broken hearts,I await a sun who can meltThe chilling truths of this hell.
Dark HorseFrom night's heart this creature was torn,And in a dark womb blossomed, but silently so.In dark light freely its heart roamed.Light which glowing moon and cityKissed into its soul.During the day,Underneath a crowd only ever this creature lay;Under their feet it slept steadily all years through.White feathers fallen from winged creaturesHid yet its dark potential from the crowdAnd from the greed of sunlight.Creature harbouring all qualities of night,The moon is your lover and draws your breaths.Is not your victory bound to the tides,And revelations accompanying death?Its dark skin wore slowly under the solesOf the crowd which stepped so solemnly on.Until did one sharp sole cut open its skinAnd graze its luminous soul.Rebellious sun turned its blanket to ash.The charming rays set its desire ablaze;Awoke it's longing for successAlong with the light of the day.Drenched in ink black as shadowWrite its own destiny... Why can it not?Night cradles integrity in its enti