a melancholy tune.

she strums, through the night
black tears, polluted streams
down her face, the lonely hillside
blood trails, o'er metallic chords
skin scraping, on wooden neck
drunken laughter, escapes the lips
mother divine, now unknown
two friends, hand in hand
cannot deny them, comfort she craves.

she strums, through the night
soft melodies, richochet and bounce
inside her mind, senses aching
emotions a nuisance, wishing for sight
toiling 'tween decisons, perceptions alike
head bows, hands become slack
plectrum falls, her own music
begins descent, a restless slumber
she will wake, pressed against body
pale ashen face, eyes forlorn
melancholy tune she played, now forgotten.

"I am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold ... and my eyes, like the pools of sherry in the bottom of the glass that the guest leaves behind."

haze.

there it is again
that constant bass rhythm
trying to break free
from the melody that
attemps to pin it down
restrain the power
it grasps over the minds
of the shadows dancing
arms held high
strobe lights flaring
eyes closed
giving in
to the temptations
the heat, the rushing blood
pulsing bodies
skin to skin
close, too close
the heart beats
with the rhythm of the bass

as blade plunges
into arteries infused
with wicked anticipation
rushing blood, gushing blood
release in the flow
temptation to feel
to be, alive
keep moving
keep beating
with the rhythm of the bass
pain implodes within
a scream, slicing through the heat
knees buckle, the gentle thud
of euphoria hitting the floor
insanity, as red pours
hot, sticky, wet
worshipping the agony
the power of disguised control
the rhythm is cunning
the mind is distracted
as broken metal sinks
red turns to black
sound fades
as the heart is left to beat
with the rhythm of the bass.

twisted.

hours after accepting
i have moved on
from the person i have loved
for over a year,

i am now nursing the wounds
of an altered friendship
that i didn't want to change
that i never meant to ruin.

a yearning to be held
to be consoled
it proved too much, inevitable
for boundaries, limits were left unspoken
now i know.

i can do no more wrong
as my chest caves in again
for the things i touch
are already twisted
before i can blink.

i chose life the hard way.
i must learn from my mistakes
or else time
will wear me away.

nearly there.

my love for you
                        was all that was left of me.

i'm nearly there
                       so close to forgetting you.

the person i once knew
                                   the face, the voice.

the person i love
                         the person i loved.

i will never forget
                          although i think you want me to.

i will always be here
                              as the person you now need me to be.

as one love fades
                          another grows.

no longer a lover
                         but a sibling, closest friend.

no regrets this time
                            no going back.


'there seemed something tragic
                                             in a friendship so coloured by romance.'


maybe, the most beautiful things
                                                adhere the worst tragedies.

in the end.