The Betrayal

I raised you up to the highest peak

Picked you up from the lowest depth

Yet none of it mattered.

The cards mentioned an intangible event

Never did I think it’d be our bond

Set up to die.

Your past behavior should’ve been the sign

For it was clear, our friendship

was all but mine.

12 Years …Gone.

Locked away in the bathroom

Avoiding everything but the sorrow.

Who knew she could take away the only solitude of trust I had

Who knew her collected tone could pierce my heart

The one I could confide to and never be judged

My truest friend…

Oh how you broke my heart.

After everything I have forgiven you for

You turn your back…

Loneliness was always a friend

But now it seems it is my twin…

They all Failed

Her trauma wrote what her future

Would present.

Poems written out of desperation

For someone to save her.

Atlas, no one heard her cries

In the darkness or at sunrise.

Fearing the wind would whisper

Her secrets to a stranger

Maybe then she would find a savior.

Years grew over her soul

Like a house full of bones.

Her inner sadness trapped inside

To never once show its eyeless mask.

Old enough to understand

What she suffered was more common

Than having a friend.

Long ago, she was i

And I was she.

Now I have come to sense

They all failed me.

My Truth will be Heard

If I simply murdered my secrets

You’d be taking steps into the gates of hell

Since behind the many masks I wear

Is a darkness that will never tell.

An abyss formed long ago

When his hands and weight captured

My fragile innocence.

After years of bottling the loath

It is time to let it all go.

So young to believe

Her own family would conceive

Such a monster who only knew deceit.

Finally, a part of me has laid to rest

And forgiveness was the final test.

The Demon Within Us All

As the lies fall from the sky

While looking into his empty eyes.

Fire blazing from his hands

Only beneath his skin

Lies the broken man.

Corruption runs through his veins

As he consumes the river of shame

Because to him this is all a game.

Malicious in every way

Who can blame

Since he was born this way.

A lonely soul with no one to hold

Soon, he will meet his end

By a pure of heart

Whose tears will relinquish the demon hiding

Underneath all the sin.


I shared my story and my life

To only be used in your right.

I have only known pain and discomfort

Yet you brought hell to my doorstep.

Never knowing of what’s to come

Only your deceitfulness In one way more than one .

You’ve spoken your truth

As have I.

Just kill me as the others have done

You’re no different than one hundred and one.

Convinced I was to finally meet happiness

But I was wrong.

Instead, I’ve met my doom in more ways than one..

I wanted to end it all

This suffering and pain

But I have chosen to cry it out

To live another day.

Never expect anyone to meet you halfway

Because In the end there is always no one to help you through the pain.

Tis the Night

The wind howls as the wolves feast

On such a night where souls retreat.

The veil growing thinner by the hour

For the witches and demons time to devour.

What a massacre it must’ve been

In the old days with such lovely grins.

All creatures come to greet

Everyone they soon meet.

Let the blood moon soar high and low

For the earth is walked by many ghosts.

Even the air smells unclean

What night could it be but Halloween!

Winters Wind

As the day dies down

And the moons shines its Crown.

By the fire, i burn in winters harsh truth

With simply nothing but a bruise.

His effort lacks emotion

For I know it’s but a display

Since he knew I’d walk away.

Limitations of your time

Seem to slowly unwind

Clearly stating I am but another life.

I expect too much in such little time

Don’t be pressured

For your actions make it known

I am simply the other one.

It cannot be rushed, this i know

But you can at least show me sign

That I am the one…

***** inspiration comes in the little things we view or live through. Movies have a way of inspiring me at times, especially sappy ones ***

The Tortured

A stolen dance

Given to you with my hands.

A stolen moment

Taken from the days to come.

Could it be, I was the accomplice

To my own downfall.

The portrait is clear of dust

Now, you see me, for who I truly am.

Like Dorian Gray, I am scarred by all the torture

Others have claimed upon my soul.

Could it be you are another whose hands

Are filled with my blood..