Vainity
I taught myself to kiss,
all by myself.
In an almost empty room,
I studied diligently
for a test that never came.
I taught myself to kiss,
all by myself.
In an almost empty room,
I studied diligently
for a test that never came.
Two unpaired lovers,
out searching every night –
looking for someone
with which to share their light.
But the dark is dangerous
and monsters stalk the streets,
taking bites of halfling hearts
and leaving them with teeth.
Some victims do not make it;
their light fades away.
Vampirized by the experience,
they prowl in turn for prey.
Now two hearts are hunting,
but the game has changed:
one seeks to share a life,
the other to share pain.
I cut myself again
and pay the bitter toll.
I’m desperate to feel whole;
I’m desperate for the pain.
When that familiar feeling
hits me like a wave,
I feel as though I’m saved
by the sanguine healing.
It’s curious that what breaks me
feels like remedy
while what threatens to unmake me
is a sweet melody.
For I fear pleasures unknown
far more than the pain that I call home.
Proud little flowers:
you blossom in the winter,
standing straight and tall.
My weary heart,
beset by clouds,
the rain threatening
to crash down.
My regal heart,
stoic and proud,
bearing the sword
and offering the crown.
My gentle heart
cries aloud,
embracing the pain
as he falls down.
My heart divine
parts the clouds,
swinging the sword
and wearing the crown.
Tears in a crowd,
it’s such sweet pain.
My face is dry,
but my heart holds rain.
I’ve nothing left,
the tank’s run dry.
I have no strength,
not even to cry.
World weary,
barely standing.
The world’s still hungry –
still demanding.
So my bruised and wounded heart
stands among, but stands apart.
A journey begun
in fearful trepidation
ends in confidence.
Behind each and every face
hides a quiet, secret place
of happiness and sorrows,
dreams of yesterdays and tomorrows,
which we pass by, unaware,
with our protagonistic airs.
But ours is not the only story,
nor ours the only dreams of glory.
Each and every blessed day
we drift by heroes on their way
to slay dragons, to right wrongs,
each champion of their own songs.
Tomorrow opens,
not like a hotel room door
to a tiny suite.
Tomorrow opens
like a hotel exit door,
the world before you.
Black suit and tie,
you make the world go around,
but you lost yourself.