Invincible

Red strings of fate had put us together

Our lives became numbered; minutes, hours.

Time passed on, nothing lasted forever

We tried to stretch a mortal love like ours

Seizing the vast was not in my control

Our epoch was longer than we could live

Your fragile heart I had to cajole

To pass things on to the life we would give

But if we grasp each moment we get-

Each cigarette, each kiss, each, coffee sip

Each small fight about the way that you fret

Each fiery stare- then we may unzip

A universe of ours within every breath,

Immortalizing minutes; cheating death

Lycoris RadiataLooking up in awe, my mouth hung slightly openIn front of me a soldier, riding past in slow motion.I stained my neck above the crowdAs my eyes begged and ached for more.His time stopped ticking forever ago,But I wanted to see the world in the same colors as he.Those sleek, stormy eyes with a level gazeNot dull at all, rather ignited with a flame.Lips tightly clamped, soft neverthelessLight skinned and fair, with a cravat under chin.Pitch black hair some time ago danced with the free windA mysterious, dark atmosphere once shrouded his facade.Now all that encases him are chrysanthemums and marigoldsHis existence like a precious jewel, to see but not to touchSomething unattainable, an undisclosed desire in my heartGently humming a childhood song, I stepped over my still comradesIcy hands now lying on his chestLaced and intertwined with the hands of deathLike a crimson Spider Lily he knows not of his beautyEyes that once burned with passion were now charred with real fireAnd yet his face seemed beautiful as I laid down by its side

BewitchedTell me, can I sit with you and enjoy your comforting warmth?

Tell me, can I dance for you on dew adorned grass?Tell me, can I hear you sing, whether for me or not?

Tell me, can I laugh with you, your voice chiming like golden bells?Tell me, can I see your grin, the one that makes the sun look dull?

Tell me, can I now turn away and let a few tears fall?Tell me, can I be real and not your playing doll?

Tell me, can I let this smile falter and crumble my charming mask?Tell me, can I be in your life, and not a component of killing time?Tell me, can I break my shell and claw the muscles of my face?

Tell me, can I stab my eyes so I can see all but reality?Tell me, can I shatter these bones, if that's what makes you smile?

Tell me, can I caress your face that sneers as I start to rot?Tell me, can I die for you, my goddess and my muse?Tell me, can I satisfy this hunger and self-loathing?

Tell me, can I receive more pain from you if that shall bring you joy?Tell me, can I love you despite knowing I'll be broken again?

Tell me, can I getYOUTO

LOVEME

My dearest, sweetest love?

CoffinDon't look at me with those eyesYou staring at me like this is terribly embarrassing.But I'm glad you weren't there when my soft, milky cheeksBlasted into brilliant showers of flesh.In the distance, I could hear the tremolo of all the cries.I flew through the air, over and above you twoA music box's combs caught me in mid-air.The tingling feeling from their vibrations felt nice,So I succumbed to the temptation.The teeth of the music box chomped me into pretty shapes,And my empty brain turned to syrup.I thought, "We could all be friends if we turned into stars."As the gunshots repeated, my music box playedNeither of them ever stopped.Along with that bleached voice of yours,I continued to spin the handle for others like me.Before you pray for me please,Don't look at me with those eyes.Those sad eyes filled with pityA smile looks better on the both of youPlus it felt good to feel my body go limp.I went from a white syrup to a small solid,And the music box made a decrescendo.I was destroyed, but it felt so comfortableBeing destroyed by that same wind I felt back with you.Everything became distorted by that lightly dancing wind.The cackling laugh of fire and the cacophony howls from dead childrenAll sounds vanished as I melted into crimson nothingness.

I wasn't supposed to be there at that time,But that man looked like he'd never shoot.I'm sorry, I'm sorryNot listening must have made me a bad child.But don't look at me like that MotherI don't exist anywhere in your world anymore.And don't look at me like that FatherIt's not my fault that it felt nice to stop breathing.My soul dissolved into one with all my young dreams.I'm gone with the broken up bits of all the things you gave meAnd I'll have to say goodbye until we meet in our dreams again.But don't gaze into my half-burned eyesOr my locked up tears might run away laughing.