MINE MOON and STARS

I breatheth ye in and reluctantly exhale
Ye escapith betwixt mine fingers like the wind that hails
Twas ye whom hath opened mine eyes which were impaired
Thou art mine Moon and Stars the light from which I pale
How far mighteth thou beith from me it matters not
Thy attentions or lack thereof leaveth me distraught
Ye know not mine desire to giveth ye mine all and abscond
With thine heart in a box wherefor harm will not befall
Thou art mine Moon and Stars ye light the blackest night
Ye giveth me strength in darkness like the green lantern's ring in strife
Tis yours, The will that driveth me to fight
Despite hope being lost mine last breath beith yours tonight
Mine Moon and Stars how mysterious thou art
I admire thine beauty from afar with yearning heart
How I long to breaketh these earthly bonds that keepeth us apart
To join ye in the heavens in a land man cannot chart

PAIN

My pain is real, Far from benign
Not just what I feel, Its hard to define
See my pain is not abstract, and dwells inside
To me its not toxic, Hazmat, You do not see it because its mine
My pain feeds me well, Keeps me alive
Perhaps you can't tell, It is my motivation, My drive
My pain is my friend, My pain does not lie
Because my pain has no end, My pain does not die
But my pain has a beginning, From whence it derived
I find it so fitting, When my pain arrived
My grandfather had passed, I was six maybe five
The encounter with Death was slow, not fast, As most people do find
Since then I was in Love, Death she was a beauty
The pain began there of, Seeking her was my duty
Not long after, Love gave to obsession
Although it will end in disaster, I pursue Death's affections
Because of this, My pain it thrives
Sensing something amiss, It cuts me like knives
But the knives bring me pleasure, I'm closer to my bride
This life keeps me tethered, Away from her eyes
Being away from her hurts, My pain is satisfied
I cannot bring myself to leave this earth, Though sometimes I feel so inclined
My pain is both master and mistress, This I cannot deny
I feel both Love and Hatred, For this pain that I hide
I've learned all the tricks, Crafts of the trade
So I might feel bliss, Even amidst all this pain
My pain still drives me, An unstoppable force
My pain also blinds me, Its taking its course
Without pain I'm hollow, So empty inside
These emotions are borrowed, From a foreign self in a forgotten time
I have become a shadow, Cold and unfeeling
My spirit is harrowed, Who Am I really? . . .PAIN

DECEPTION

I believe, In my heart of hearts
We've all been deceived, In some form or art
For deception indeed is an art, and requires cold calculation to impart
All must be utilized this is true, Though using deception one plays w/a noose
Though we've all felt the hollow shell of a lie,
Once TRUTH shown light and revealed that we are blind
TRUTH does not reveal itself, It must be sought
For TRUTH is the enemy of deception and not for naught
To be deceived is no pleasant thing, Leaves one distraught
For all one believed to be True turned out to be false
Then one is left w/the hollow feeling and the thought
''I'm such a fool for believing''
Thus the cynic is born, Through much pain and detriment
The deceived is led to deceive
and lives to embolden the lie w/incessant need
''No! Its not a lie! I won't accept it! This is the air I breathe!''
But one cannot argue w/the mirror, Once TRUTH is perceived
So we are left w/a choice, continue the lie, feed and deceive
Or accept TRUTH and Allow oneself to be freed
Though easily said, This is no easy feat
However verily I say, Anything worth having is wrought w/difficulty
Though deception may indeed bring misery
W/the rich choice, It can open doors to victory
Once the illusion is broken, The die is cast
When TRUTH shines its light, No deception may last
At the end of the cycle, It boils to choice
To allow deception to reign, Or praise TRUTH w/raised voice!

Original Intellectual Property of Psycho