Aria
How peaceful is the night,
In its mystery,
And gentle sparkling
Cloaking its’ surveyors,
In a shroud of nothingness
An anonymity that allows,
For an aria of joy and sorrow
To be chanted, screamed, and poured
In openly flowing tears,
That catches starlit sparks
How peaceful is the breeze,
That dries the salty streams,
And the crescendo of night things,
Come to lull the pain away
To accompany the melody,
Of one shadow of nothingness,
One anonymous soul,
That cries and chants and screams,
And asks dolefully of its world,
To understand,
And to sing along
Impulses
There was a time when I would pray,
For him to take the fear away,
To calm my tears and hold me,
As if he could set me free,
But now I know that it's my job
To fight away the sobs,
To break the demons holding me,
Deny their will for me to bleed
How will I calm my shaking hands?
When impulses are unplanned
When they reach for shiny tools,
It is not I who broke the rules...
Parts and Pieces
Infected
Imperfect,
Parts and pieces
Jostling my insides,
Wrestling in my head,
Breaking me apart
Don't patronize me,
I'm the one who loves you,
Are you so unaware?
Infected
Imperfect,
Parts and pieces
Raking through my troubles,
Brushing out the bones,
Consciously forget
Don't ignore me,
I'm broken just like you,
Are you so unaware?
Infected
Imperfect,
Parts and pieces
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