You Didn't Even Looked At Me,

Home isn't always a place where you live. Sometimes it's your best friend who wraps you in her arms and you know everything will be alright.

The Void

The rustle in the leaves, the pitter and patter

Not a single noise, not a single clatter

The void is watching but the world is blind

The creaks have quieted yet the mess is in the mind.

Winds picking up, the window rattle with violence

Where are my thoughts, guess I lost them in silence.

Rain is falling but the man in front of me stays dry

Is he the sins I committed or simply the void?

My hands are covered in blood in the dark

She turns on the light and it's just the ink

I ask her to tell me the difference and she's silent

For the pen and the gun are both weapon and waste depending on the hands.

Oh Love, my blood staining your clothes. I bleed of not my essence but all the memories and promises you gave me. Feel it soak in your clothes, a part of us you failed to keep.

The Obsession

Sinking my teeth in, the warmth of his skin,

I'm haunting his nightmares, taunting his demons,

I'm the creature living in his closet,

The whispers when the light goes out,

I'm the demon in his mirrors, the insanity he's afraid of.

Candle light dinner with cherries and wine,

The food stays untouched, growing cold in night,

Cause he's the one I want in my plate,

The one I want to dissolve in my wine,

Take him like my schizophrenic pills.

Serve him in my plate like the prey caught,

To fulfill the craving of him that makes me crazy,

Rip him apart for me when he crawls to me,

When he's on his knees, ready to worship me,

Keep him in the glass case and lock it,

Keep him struck in the house of mirrors,

Where he will only come back to me.

So much agony in your heart. Offer me a plate of your pain for it hurts me to see you suffering alone. Darling, let me suffer with you.

And when I told you I loved the city, you set it on fire. Now I'm afraid to hand you my heart.

Dim lit windows

Dim lit windows at 1am, the record playing the same song,

Candles burning out, on the table are waiting more,

Pages filled with grief, her tears are the ink,

Dim lit windows at 1:30am, wonder if she ever sleeps.

Dim lit windows at 2:00am, the wind is blowing low,

Leaves rustle in the tree, a scent of caffeine from the stove,

Curtains left open, the red dress hanging from the door,

Dim lit windows at 2:30am, wonder if she didn't find a date for prom.

Dim lit windows at 3:00am, the rain is falling now,

Her shadow calmly walks upstairs, the cup of coffee left alone,

Caught the sight of her midnight black hair, the image was fickle,

Dim lit windows at 3:30am, the rain stopped, not a single ripple.

Dim lit windows at 4:00am, the curtains now closed,

Yet my thoughts are plagued by her and the melody of her favorite song,

The night is never dark for her, the street lamp making her feel at ease,

Dim lit windows at 5:00am, she has finally found peace in dreams.

Before death, I must live.

And maybe when the thrill fades we'll realize how we were never too far from drifting apart.

The Tsunami falls apart when your lips meet mine.