That Sharp Pain

Hair like the sleek, dark lining in the shadows of dusk.
His glowing emerald eyes set my entrails ablaze.
With a sinister smile, he forms a thousand phrases set to unravel me.
His hands like knives, bit-by-bit, butchering my insides.
Behold the heart of ingot iron...so cold...so much like my own.
Beneath the gorgeous mask, lies death's horrendous face.
Remorseless, ruthless, repulsive...empathy and purity omitted.
For his soul, stolen and sold, ages beyond years ago.
A malicious, manipulative mastermind loiters about.
Repress, depress, regress...consistently battling the man within.
He is my vigor...my hatred...my disgust...my rage.
He breathes the very air I draw in.
Mauling my lungs...gnawing away at each viscera.
Do not taunt him, nor tempt him.
Do not set him free from the cages of my rib. 

In Dreams

The candle's light dances with night's shadow.
Souls reach beyond common grounds, swallowing defenses.
Your mind rests in tranquility; unarmed and unaware.
In the glow, you lean in close.
Nearing your ear to my lips, this is my chance.
I sneak inside to catch a glimpse of your sheer magnitude.
I am your leech, your parasite.
No better than a bottom feeder.
Famished and fatigued, I crawl along the walls of your skull.
You are my cure for intellectual stimulation deprivation.
Off your deepest thoughts and darkest desires, I feed.
This thirst is a gluttonous one.
Longing to consume every inch of your mental capacity.
Lusting after what it is that makes you him.
…How it is you sincerely feel,
Why it is you think as you do...
Never distended, never sated...always craving more.
Inside your mind, through breath and blood, blissfully I could exist and expire.
To deem the surreal is, shown true, my only means of being within you. 

Unshed Tears

Somewhere within, the teardrops linger...lost...for I have exuded far too much time and energy forcing them to hide beneath anger and disgust.

Truth rant

Do you ever think about how the world would be, if people were absolutely unable to lie? (right...Liar Liar...I know).

Really though....can you even begin to fathom the idea of being able to trust every single person one hundred percent, without a single doubt in your head?

Ever wonder how many people, all around the world, have some type of trust issue? Millions...I'm sure. Relationships...any and every type...should be built upon trust. But, how can you trust, when the person you've dated for three years, cheats on you? Or when the one you've known for 10 years or so, that you call your best friend, hurts you in the most unexpected way? Maybe when your own blood...your own family...keeps secrets and tells lies? What about the couple that has been married for 35 years...when one of them snaps, out of the blue....and just murders the other?

If the closest people to you are capable of hurting you (emotionally or physically) through lies, deceitful actions or suddenly flipping a switch...then how the hell are you supposed to trust anyone?!

Such poor examples of love, all around, so often.
Love based on lies?
I don't even want my jobs based on lies and I hate those.
Count me out...I want nothing to do with it.

Right, right....I know....white lies to protect people's feelings. I've done it too. I try to keep it as minimal as possible and only ever when the truth really will do more damage than good....both short and long term. Ninety nine percent of the time,, lying is simply a form of selfishness. The majority is not the protective white lie. People lie, out of fear, to avoid consequences of the truth. Here's an idea...if you have to lie about it....don't do it. Think, before you act or speak. Question whether or not, what you're lying about, is worth losing who you're lying to. Pretty simple, really.

Am I crazy? Is it just me? The truth stings sometimes, but a lie fucking burns. I'd rather hear the truth, always, no matter how ugly.

So many people even lie to themselves. I'm totally guilty of that. The difference there though is, you actually know better. Only the psychotic ones, actually believe their own lies. I like blunt honesty; I think society could greatly benefit from it. However, with so much egocentricity, that might just make our world a bigger war zone.

If humans were incapable of lying...could you bare to hear the truth...would you even want to?

....

If I give to you a scarlet rose...would you give me the garden?

Oxymoron

My dear, you are the epitome of an oxymoron...

The quiet storm.
A still breeze.
The peaceful thunder.
Lightning terrified of trees.
You are grotesque beauty.
A withering Night Jasmine seed.
The insecure narcissistic.
A modestly arrogant being.
The safe addiction.
A stimulating anesthetic.
An herbal narcotic.
My erratic habit.
You are a string-less marionette.
An unworthy useless tool.
A unique cliche.
The all-knowing fool.
The God of Hell.
A pleasant pain.
The tender sadist.
An inferior sovereign.
Merely a local drifter.
A sloth with goals.
A choosy beggar.
The aspiring lost soul.
An ambulant deceased man.
A surviving fatality.
Breathing apparitions.
You are my joyous tragedy.

Phobia

I awaken.
Dark still.
Why?
Blind?
Sewn shut?
I reach out.
Nothing.
Trapped.
Lost.
Where is here?
How?
Panic.
Fear.
Again...
I reach out.
Silk?
Maybe satin?
Oh my.
Wooden beams.
Panic.
Fear.
Motionless.
Breathless.
Claustrophobic.
Last thought.
I am going to die.
Here....buried alive.