Beautiful desire
She is a ghostly apparition
The wind is her hair
Making gusts of Greek fire
And her breath is cold as winter
All I see is dark grey clouds
While my heart freezes as I kiss the gates of Milton’s paradise.  I’m lost.
As I stand against the inferno, I close my eyes. Weeping.  Feeling dark eyes boring into my soul.
My eyes turn red with passion, and I feel like she is my mortal sin.
Is her temptation so great that I can never be forgiven?
Or is she a gift from God, another blessing I’ve been given?
Like the angels wreathed in fire, she is stunning beyond compare
Is she evil, using it against me? Or is beauty just her curse?
And will that curse, in turn, lead me to my hearse?
If I kiss her lips, will poison drown my veins?
So that only the dust of a once fruitful life remains?
But I love how her ghostly apparition flows through my fingertips.
Like the eastern coast beckoning the arrival of long lost ships.

A beautiful face
with dark intentions
Fake confidence
hides her evil nature

A lust driven angel
she'll tear you apart
No mercy for her victims
lips like razors

I'm ****** into you
Falling
deeper into your
black soul
bleeding tears of broken glass

How could you do this?
Play ***** with my heart
want me, use me, hate me
blame me for your weakness

Watch her move
across the floor
a graceful dance
of self-destruction

Not two days ago
you smiled with dark flames
scorching my benevolence
burning my affection

I'm ****** into you
Falling
deeper into your
black soul
bleeding tears of broken glass

You open up to me
i see an illusion
of purity and heartache
striking at my sympathy

Now i see the real you
twisted black
a sunless hole
of *** and anguish

No more room
for pathetic emotions
like love and happiness
now there's only agony

I'm ****** into you
Falling
deeper into your
black soul
bleeding tears of broken glass

bleeding tears of broken glass

Passion.
What a defining emotion.
It calls and beckons all of us.
It wraps it’s light around us.
We seek it out in all aspects of our lives.
Sometimes, if we are lucky,
It can find its way into our lives.
Like our breath in winter,
True passion can be seen.
It can be felt.
It can be a source of warmth.
It can be a reminder of the world around us.
True passion is what we strive for.
Passion in our arts,
Passion in our dreams,
Passion in our hearts.
What do I want?
I want love.
Not just any love,
But a deep and passionate love
That breaks the stereotypes
And brings me to my knees.
I want a love that will break all walls
And deliver me from my fears.
I want a love that comes naturally.
I want a love I have to fight for.
I want a love that fights for me.
In this world,
Where everything is fake,
And everything is material,
I want a love that will and can be real.
A love that will pick me up,
Lift me from my ashes,
Bring me to a whole new world
Of fire and pure emotion.
I want a love that will,
Above all things,
Love me for everything I am.
That will go the distance and back again.
I want a love that will tear me down,
Destroy me as a person
And bring me back to life.
I want to feel as if I am breathing
For the very first time.
I want a love that will
Take a risk.
Make a leap of faith
And find itself standing tall
Against all odds.
I want a love that is full
Of passion and reality.
I want a love that is going
To push me to my limits.
I want a love that is going
To envelop my mind.
To figure out exactly who I am
And what makes me tick.
I want a love that will be
There for me when I need it.
And give me space when I need it.
I want a love that will
Make my blood boil.
Enrage me and make me cry,
Just so that I know when
All is said and done,
Love will be there still.
Like a champion among lesser men,
I want loves ties to never break.
I want a love that will punish me
For my wrong doings.
I want a love that will pleasure me
Without me even having to ask.
I want a love that can make life stand still
Like there is no one else in the world
And the only thing that matters is being with me
In that moment
In total completeness.
I want a love that can make me smile,
Just by being present.
I want a love that will
Cast out all doubts and suspicions.
I want a love that I can be care free
And allow myself to just be me.
I want a love that doesn’t need words
Or reassurance.
I want a love that is an extension
Of not only my body
And my mind,
But my soul.
I want a love that I can be selfish with,
And never want anyone else to know
As well as I do.
I want a love
That I can plain and simply
Call my own.

I sleep here
On my bed of needles
My nightmares blurring
into my reality

The hills are alive
But I'm dying beneath them
My ears are bleeding
from the absence of music
And I'm choking on these words
Gasping for air
Grasping for an escape
And though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil,
For loving you is worse
than spending an eternity in hell

No hope now
Heaven is closed
I'm trapped, treading thin ice
One wrong move
and I'll crash
Drowning in your frozen love

Being with you
Is like feeding an addiction
My skin burning for you
No scars to relieve my pain
No one can save me now,
I plunge you in my veins

And here you go
a one way shot to my heart
Destroying me on your path
My head is spinning
The world turns Grey
I'm suffocating under you


And though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil,
For loving you is worse
than spending an eternity in hell

are you here to watch me burn?

Winter is falling
on a love so cold
Snow flakes are dancing
while a life grows old

I look to the east
and see a setting sun
my hands are shaking
on the trigger of a loaded gun
my eyes are teary
as I look to the end
But the sky will never be
The same shade of blue again

A white lily
floating down the river Styx.
Untouched by detestation.

Is she my hope?
my warmth?
my salvation?

Or is she something else,
Meant to drag me under?
Plunge me into Cocytus,
my flowing lamentation?

Oh and she danced across the floor, evermore, footsteps keeping paces with my heart.
She raised a hand, beckoning my way, an open invitation of love or lust.
I raised a brow, knowing all to well the kind of lies she'd have me lay with.
I turned to go, but beauty has a way of never letting go.
Oh and she danced across the floor, evermore, footsteps keeping paces with my heart.