A walk tru my lens…

another endless night
my heart skipped a beat
i tried to count it every time
but i fell victim to the cold hard street
gasping from a love so divine

she tormented me with her smile
and prasied me with her stlye
hidden in blood, my heart was slain
left to rott alone in pain

she is the demon in my mind,
and my angel with love so pure and fine
the only one who see’s me standing here
standing alone clentching on to this fear

loaded words,pierce my flesh
stealing my very next breath
the pain is almost to much to bare
but i can’t help but smirk and stare

wacthing as the blood drips
and the feeling of death’s grip
grasp hold of me so tight
just to make sure i sleep, just right

I am still drowning in this sea of lonely
Yet you act like you don’t even know me
And all of these years we had been together
None of the happiness we appear to endeavor

Still left empty inside’ all you have taken away
Cold and still denied’ so i end up going astray
So what am I to do? Because it is myself that I blame
I can’t seem to run or hide away from all of the shame

The feelings I feel of you are utterly out of control
Just unmanageable’ remembrance’ I can’t console
I am stuck here and your heart it still all remains
Reminiscence of you while going down memory lane

All that we had ever done together’ just holding hands
Love for each other deep inside our hearts’ creating plans
But now you are not the same person you were years ago
You have evolved into somebody that i no longer know

You’re just not the same’ you have changed way too much
It has become such a shame we have lost our since of touch
I am still longing for your presence to just appear once again
Even if we could become friends is fine but I just want to mend

I’ll never let go

I stare right pass you in a daze,
With all the bloody tears running down my heart,
You see it raining in my blood shot eyes,
I can’t stand to hear the empty silence,
In my head,
It doesn’t help the numb broken pieces,
In my heart
Walking down every dark highway,
Flashing lights, Blind my eyes,
Plays a disturbing film, In the dark,
I’ll put your gun against my head,
One last look at you leaves a scare on your heart,

And it’s you,
That put the gun in my hand,
And it’s the gun,
You heard drop to the floor,
And it’s my,
Broken promise the gun lays next to,
And it was you,
That held my hand, and I’ll never let go,

Black is the church where all the broken hearts cry in,
When the coffin slides down the isle,
Right under the death words the rabi whispers,
Next time you hear me,
I’ll be screaming in the night,
With my hands drenched in your blood,

And it’s you,
That put the gun in my hand,
And it’s the gun,
You heard drop to the floor,
And it’s my,
Broken promise the gun lays next to,
And it was you,
That held my hand, and I’ll never let go,

Sorry for the blood that stained your floor,
I tried to see you through my blood shot eyes,
But couldn’t stay awake for that one last minute,
To say goodbye to you,
Don’t for get to lay the black rose across my coffin,

And it’s you,
That put the gun in my hand,
And it’s the gun,
You heard drop to the floor,
And it’s my,
Broken promise the gun lays next to,
And it was you,
That held my hand, and I’ll never let go,

To the gurl who has made me realize who I really am,

If I Were Her Lover….

I

If I were her lover,
I’d wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The gate that leads to her door;
Over the meadows,
To wait, ‘mid the shadows,
The shadows that circle her door,
For the heart of my heart and more.
And there in the clover
Close by her,
Over and over
I’d sigh her:
“Your eyes are as brown
As the Night’s, looking down
On waters that sleep
With the moon in their deep” . . .
If I were her lover to sigh her.

II

If I were her lover,
I’d wade through the clover
Over the fields before
The lane that leads to her door;
I’d wait, ‘mid the thickets,
Or there by the pickets,
White pickets that fence in her door,
For the life of my life and more.
I’d lean in the clover—
The crisper
For the dews that are over—
And whisper:
“Your lips are as rare
As the dewberries there,
As ripe and as red,
On the honey-dew fed” . . .
If I were her lover to whisper.

III

If I were her lover,
I’d wade through the clover
Over the field before
The pathway that leads to her door;
And watch, in the twinkle
Of stars that sprinkle
The paradise over her door,
For the soul of my soul and more.
And there in the clover
I’d reach her;
And over and over
I’d teach her—
A love without sighs,
Of laughterful eyes,
That reckoned each second
The pause of a kiss,
A kiss and . . . that is
If I were her lover to teach her.