Hidden

I am Hidden
Where you cannot find
I am Hidden
Where I am easy to find
I am Hidden
Where the cracks collide
I am Hidden
Where your tears fall
I am Hidden
Where your words go
I am Hidden
But not for long

The Only Time I Smile

I can feel your presence
Gently in existence
It’s very small
But very big
As I’ve come to call
I can kiss you
I can wish for you
To hold my hand
To say my name
Can you understand
What I feel
That I couldn’t take
Can you understand
What I feel
That I want from you
But for now
The only time I smile
Is when I cry
For you to say
I love you
And in return
I love you too

Beautiful rose

This is to the most
Beautiful rose
Bringing sadness
This is to black night
Signifying death
Has been here.
Sometimes used
When a loved one's soul
Has departed
Life's door closes
And the gates of heaven
Just might appear.

With smiles pouring
From loving hearts
Most happy in spirit
This rose may be placed softly
By those who mournfully weep.
Painful types
Like the blind representation
Our deepest of sorrow
A last farewell
Before they lay us down
To eternal sleep.

Black roses
Should be treasured
Given to the living
Quite a beautiful Gift
Especially on a mournful day.
Make sure they appreciate it
And have a dark sense of humor
Or it will be an act
Considered by many too cliché.

So this black night
I give away another flower
To all the other souls
That I must take
To the place where I live
With souls of the alter
This is worse than you think
This is heartache.

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Here

Dark rain might appear
But when I hear your voice
It disappears
It’s not my choice
But how I feel
The way you make my heart feel healed
The way you make me feel real,
Rain’s gonna disappear

With the tips of your fingers
Touch my outstretched hand
You don’t have to say I love you
Just let me know you’re here

Dark rain might appear
But it’s good to know
That you’re right here
It’s my choice to hold you dear
I hope I’m being perfectly clear
How I feel
The way you make my heart feel healed.
The way you make me feel real.
Here with me,
Don’t forget,
I’m always waiting.

What have i done

What Have I done

What are you doing tonight in the cold air?
Why are you here tonight and why are you so scared?
The skin on you is as pale as the moon.
The hair on your head is like strands of black embers.
The blood practically makes you sparkle.
What have I become.
What have I done.
I am sinking into the shadows,
To run away.
Of course it was a wise choice,
Naturally.
Whatever it was has happened now,
So I guess now I have become what they call
A Murderer.

~End~