† Mainstreamlovesongs.

There’s someone like you all around the corner,
drinking on some cheap wine to emulate the inspiration
you seem to pull right out of your ass.
Cheap ballads pull on heartstrings that motherfuckers
never really had,
conjuring images of memories that never happened.
I feel bad for the piano you’ve murdered,
milking the anguish out of it until it bleeds
so that you can get your fifteen minutes of fame
and fuck with other bitches’ hearts like it was all
just a game.

You used to be my own personal melody,
a source of comfort in a world corroding
into its own destruction,
but you’ve turned a piano into a weapon
and seek control of the headlines.
Congrats, you’ve been inaugarated into the hall of fame,
branded a legend of music
but you’re going to drown in your own art.
I swear it. I feel it.

(Just remember who inspired
your melodramatic bullshit.)

† Lucidity

It wasn’t that (open your eyes at 4 am in the fucking morning)
kind of blur when you unexpectedly crashed into my life.
There was no mist or haze and I was definitely not high;
I was too broke to afford a bag of that good shit but I swear
when your eyes met with mine,
fireflies coexisted with the luminescence of the moon
and the night sky radiated with an extreme force.
The stars weren’t dim, they gave off a fierce aura
and and flames burned brighter than they ever did before.

Was it fourth of July, or were the sparks between us
so damn obvious that it instead became fireworks?
None of that lackluster junk from the dollar bin,
your lights subdued the darkness I was trapped in
and now I see (for the first time in my life)
lucidity in motion
as you walked towards where I stood.
Let’s ignite this dim world, you and I.

Set this place on fire,
so everyone can see that radiance still exists
and it exists within you.

† Spikes

I blindly walked all over the trash
that you left behind for me,
knowing damn well that you’d harm me
and I allowed my bare foot
to let down its guard
and let your spikes pierce past my skin,
into my bloodstream,
allowed your animosity to poison
the depths of my mind
and pollute my sanity
because although you were pain in its rawest form,
I was an addict for your touch
and to this day,
and I still yearn for the metal.

† Never Let Us Go

When bridges burn, the ashes remain
and the debris of what once was danced with the midnight breeze
and manifested itself as everything we ever stood for.
The fireflies forgot to put on a show tonight.
All my eyes could see were shadows making love
and stars depleting their final ounce of jubilance
before sizzling out into the endless cosmos.

I walked the same path as my past soul once treaded
but your apathy stopped me dead in my tracks
because your inferno devoured what I knew,
and birthed a monster in its place.
A creature born from the depths of where hatred spawns,
it licks its lips, hungry for the culprit,
seeking penance from the dealer of broken hearts.

Never let us go, you once spoke in a tongue
understood only by my fucked up mind.
You spoke with your eyes and quiet sighs.
You were the ocean waves and I was the lone survivor
that listened to your tales
but here we are now, so torn that we could never be
put back together.

You engulfed me as a whole in that final moment.

† Pseudo-High

You give me that
pseudo-high when you look in my eyes.
My internal organs have been set on fire by the tension
between our written fate
because you know that your genesis was signalled
to coincide with my creation.
My addictive substance, my fatal lover,
you’re my nicotine downfall,
my ketamine destruction, my dose of lethal injection
and I’m falling into this descent,
running towards the verge of seeing this white light
but as long as you’re by my side
I know that I’ll be fine.

You give me that
pseudo-high when the roughness subsides
and we’re side by side in our fortress made of sheets,
scented candles wafting in the air as you
take the lighter from the nightstand and light up a cigarette
and drown our love in tainted smoke.
I breathe in your essence and I’m stoned once again,
becoming one with the sky and tasting a slice
of superficial heaven.

† Break In

I open doors and shatter windows. You say you’re vulnerable, so you build structure that withstand even the most heroic attempts to reach your heart. You  employ the assistance of a million men, guarding the core to your soul. I just have to ask: do you hear me knocking? I won’t ask nicely the second time. I’ll break down your defense mechanism and I’ll brave the torturous labyrinth that stands between your heart and I. If I get burned in your magma, if I drown in your deluge, if I am stranded in your merciless desert, then so be it. I’ll rise above even the land of death itself to secure my place in your mind.

I belong in your heart and you know it. You locked the door and you’ve closed the windows, but I know better than to leave myself stranded outside.

I break doors open and shatter windows.

† Libra

I once spoke of cerulean skies,
but you ignited my dreams with your crimson fury.
I wanted to escape your desolate hell,
desperately running from your blazing grasp
and into the arms of serene waves
but I’ve learned now that my destiny is with you.

You balance me out.
When the tidal waves soar high above innocent grounds
and threatens to initiate its destruction,
your volcanic force ceased my uncontrollable rampage.
When your merciless soul cast a dry spell across the land,
my deluge gave them new life to admire once again.
At times, you are darkess and I’d be radiance
and our roles would often reverse but it remains true
that I’m safe when I’m with you
and I’ll be your hero until the word dissolves us both.
Be my savior and I’ll be your faith.
Lose yourself in me and I’ll be your guide.

Let my waves quench your flames
until night transforms us both into beasts
and I’ll let you ignite, let you drive our passion
until we reach the point
where our nest becomes an ocean.

† Gemini

I just want to breathe in and feel you within me
If science were to break down my body’s composition,
your name would be spelled out by the smallest of atoms
because without you, I am nothing
but a lifeless form, a nameless being,
a soul without purpose.
When the sun radiates its revitalizing glow,
I seek out my better half,
I refuse to witness the rise of the moon
without your hand to hold.
The crimson horizon holds my deepest wish.
Distance is the enemy and hope is my weapon.
I’ll mutilate the intangible disasters,
I’ll spill the ocean’s blood and let time flow faster
because I am yours to resurrect
and I am yours to destroy.
At the end of the day, seek refuge in my arms.
Build a sanctuary out of sheets,
let our bodies conjure flames that devour us both
because you own me
and I’ll never let us go.

† The Haunting

I love the ghost of yesterday’s sunlight.
Drenched in moon’s rays, I cry out, exiled.
Distanced myself from paradise only to find myself lost
when I gazed into your eyes.
Forgive me for taking your soul.
Forgive me for letting you go.
Bullets couldn’t vanquish your remnants,
you awake from your slumber in my nightmares and you reach out,
craving my heart to feed your still organ,
seeking out blood to make you feel whole once again.
Old flame, you’ve been extinguished.
What must I do to fulfill this penance?
Punishing me on a nightly basis,
facing demons and slaying demonic apparitions.
Haunted by my past and taken over my remorse.

Let me go, vengeful poltergeist.
Liberation is what I seek, instead I receive damnation.
Freedom is the answer, but you bombard me with devastation.
Yesterday’s sunset was your final hour,
when the sun rises yet again
I beg of your departure.
Tonight, the full moon pleads with death’s scythe,
offering light to feed your wish for life.
Remain in the arms of infernos,
rest in your final destination.
Your forgiveness will never come and my atonement
will never be accepted.
Your ghost will never leave,
so long as I still expect it.

† Conclusion

I watched as a meteor storm devoured the night sky, painting the celestial canvas in a radiance of burning light. You stood there, amidst the spectacle, accompanied by strangers and streetlights, awed by the show before your very eyes. Millions of skyscrapers crumbled, thousands of souls departed but I would never let you fade away from my sight. This is it. The rapture. The end of the world as we know it.

Tidal waves soared above us, as if it were requesting an embrace, Offering us guidance to our final destination. Volcanoes erupted and tremors tore the Earth open, stealing final moments of lovers and conclusions of pending stories. Demons possessed once innocent civilians and bloodshed became the new government. Brothers turned against brothers, friends became enemies and evil unleashed a deluge of red rain. You still stood there and captured this beautiful disaster. I want to save you, and let you know that I’d brave these wicked conditions, shatter my own spirit and spill my own lifeline. Use every bit of my energy, use me a shield, take my sanity.

And I’d be telling the truth if I told you that I wouldn’t take a bullet for you, I’d let them empty their clips and then some just to let you watch the dawn of the final sunrise because you’re more than just a single soul, your importance is much more. You are nature’s first green and nature’s final gold. You are the luminescence when the cosmos fails to deliver light. You’ve saved me countless of times, so let me surrender my existence, let the world burn down. This apocalypse will never break us apart, I’ll be with you long after the Earth’s final breath.

† Undertow.

Looking back at the sea submerges all my pain,
I watch it swallow sand and spit it back out
and the sound is like a cure to this sick, sick disease.
What do I feel? It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt
and the moonlight glows and I feel so alone.
I am the raging undertow, the force of the ocean.
I want you back, then I get rid of you again.
I never want to let you go,
but I’m never sure of what I want
and I don’t want you to become another wasted Atlantis,
another memory consumed by the angry undertow.
Once you’re caught, you’ll be gone until you’re back
and once you’re back, you’ll only get thrown out again.
I’m sick of this back and forth bullshit,
I don’t wanna watch the sea any longer.
These waters aren’t an elixir to misery, it’s an accompany
and I’m just soaking up all this sadness contained
in its foamy waves, draining all the memories left behind
so I’ll let the undertow take it away,
at least for a while. I’ll have no pain for a while
until it hits me again, and over and over and over again.
I’ll look back at the sea,
I’ll become the sand, become the victim time and time again.