Helpless Realm

Everything is broken
Ripped by the seam
Everything is helpless
It isn't you or me
So why don't you just give in?
The anger and rage overwhelm
See what this brings you
Everything's straight from hell
Tell me a story,
I've asked this once before
Tell me your history
I'll be nice
It's all about everything
And never about you
This isn't what it seems
This isn't what to do
You can't give into all these dreams
All these impossibles you want
Please, understand, no more is what they taught
If everything was everything
You'd give into it all straight away
But for now everthing's nothing
So understand, don't stray
From these thoughts are born many more
This is for the overwhelmed
No understanding of emotions
It's ignored, it's plague of all
See what you've done to this helpless realm?
What have you see, is this done well?
If everything had a meaning
No one would know
Everyone thinks, this is their world.

My Love

"My love for you burns with the heat of a thousand suns,"
That is what he cried
Her above him, so far away
He wanted to see her again
He always prayed
"I wish for your happiness," she whispered back
But he never heard her once
He couldn't stand to attack
For once he didn't know something
Her family destroyed
Her life was taken away by the knife
Used like a toy
She was chained to this love so pure
So true it seemed unreal
Her new world revolved around one hope
One dream
That her father couldn't take the site
Her mother gagged at this disbeliefe
She had wanted more than what was given
It was the wrath and scorn of those she loathed
Hopeful, helpless, dreaming, was all she had left
She ran away, and died that night
And her love always came
He comes to see her, hoping she will arrive
He believes she has forgotten him, being far from her mind
But he doesn't know she died for him
To keep him breathing, and hoping for another to note
To see what she had seen in him
But he died, coming to that one place
That one place they had promised each other,
Years before her death
To run away, and keep each other close

A Poet's Story

Even the days of which the sun bleeds
Even the nights which the queen of the stars pales in complextion
Nothing, nothing
Everything filled with sorrowful whims
Whines pitch the air
It's hard to breathe
The queen, of course, her wicked laughter
It filles her brightest subjects with wretched dread
"Heed, heed to me!" The king cried
But they would only listen to the beauty of death
Their queen, her dark filled eyes
Like cups of deep red wine
She smiled, her twisted smile, no remorse
The king, one so bright, he blinded his people
He could not save them, for they feared the light
He shone in his room, watching them fall alone
The queen, so lightly gleaming, and their souls reached
Reached for her gentle touch
Her most pale fingers of grace
His patience grew thin, and rage began to boil
He came out, killing his unloyal subjects
And freeing those whom have awaited his desired return
The queen then smiled once more
Her true beauty set free
She was happy
For now life would spring anew, and her dearest is free
"The moon and earth are greatful for this," she spoke
"The mother of all, both land and sea,
Can have the warmth, from which is HE."