What I Want

To lay once more amongst your dreams,
To share a bed, and dull the screams,
To fight the demons of the night,
To keep away those things that fright,
To wrap you in my holding arms,
To keep you free and safe from harm,
To warm you when the nights are cold,
To carry you through nightmares old,
To stay with you when darkness rules,
To never treat you mean or cruel,
To wake with you when sun is born,
To oft’ remind you what was sworn…

That’s what I want.

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Hanging

The sky is clear, and I am old,
At last I have been caught.
With all my clever schemes and plans,
Alas they are for nought.
Passion’s crime, that of the heart,
Excuses could be used,
But in the end I’m evil’s host,
And all my trust abused.
The hemp that forms my collar tight,
’tis right and just deserved,
And where my place in heaven was,
No longer is reserved.
While dragged I am by baying hoard,
Towards the gallows high,
I shed no tear for I am old,
And oh so clear the sky.

Strange Fruit

What hangest there, ‘midst corpses cold?
Strange fruit ‘pon trees of bone, so old.
A taste of poisoned flesh, tho’ spoiled,
The nectar from within like oil.
Amongst the unnamed tombs, so bare,
Strange fruit, so pregnant hanging there.
Dark shadows cast, bone orchard limbs,
As fingers pointing out thy sins.
To tread amongst the ghostly trees,
Strange fruit is seen where once were leaves.
What rotting bodies roots do find?
That pry and search, the earth to grind.
Where bodies buried, crying done,
Strange fruit will ripe, despite the sun,
And when we come, and lay to rest,
What birds will fly to make their nest?
And so whilst moon does show its shine,
Strange fruit will blossom, over time.
Where dead do lay, for years and years,
I’ll water roots, with all my tears.

Madness

This howling melody, from deep
Within the soul,
Calling out to madness, insanity
The goal.
An orchestra of voices,
A symphony of noise,
All for want of peaceful rest, the darkness of a hole.

The sharp cacophony, from down
Within the depths,
Pleading with the sadness, psychosis
Before death.
A performance of screaming,
An orgy of the damned,
All for want of silent sleep, the pleasure of sweet rest.

A deafening onslaught, from where
The heart resides,
Crying and so hopeless, no freedom
From inside,
The cold unending whirlwind,
A litany of hate,
All for want of dreamless night, and so from madness hide.

Who Do You See? 

Who do you see,
When you lay next to him?
The one that you’re with, but don’t
Wish to be?
Or dare I imagine, you’re gazing at me?

Who do you see,
When you look up at him?
The one in your bed, though he
Shouldn’t be?
Or dare I to dream, you’re moving with me?

Who do you see,
When you make love to him?
The face of the man, who you know
Shouldn’t stay?
Or can I pretend, it will be me, one day?

I’d Light All The Fires For You

I’d light all the fires for you;
And burn from the world, all the untruths
That stain and infect the deep soul of you,
Cleansing with heat the poison within,
I’d light all the fires for you.

I’d light all the fires for you;
Such light burning bright, dark nevermore
Stars in their heaven forget what they’re for,
A burning not seen since world did begin,
I’d light all the fires for you.

I’d light all the fires for you;
A sky full of flames, to wipe out the land
Destroying it all with a wave of my hand,
You’ll see all the power I have deep within,
I’d light all the fires for you.

I Name Thee

Wickedness, I name thee,
For all the pain you cause,
Not once did pity cross your mind,
Nor give you moments pause.

Cruelty, I name thee,
For all the spite revealed,
Giving air to words of hate,
To make me so to kneel.

Jealousy, I name thee,
My happiness you stole,
Forever stay me in the dark,
My misery your goal.

Murderer, I name thee,
You killed the soul of me,
Forever now I roam the world,
You couldn’t let me be.