Escape

I've shunned the light for years gone by
and hope do to so for many to come.
Pray the Lord my soul to breathe,
hope to Heaven my heart undone.
Can it be...
At last I'd end my misery.
The voice with in, the lies
telling me "A facade is what it is and will ever be"
Bitter reality, painful light is what it really is
and in the darkness i'd find my abode,
I'd nurture decadence and live the vile,
but at least I'd be free

The fall

She glides in mystery, that Enchantress from the Heavens. Ensnaring hearts and keeping them....my poor heart was her third. Her gaze intoxictes me beyond the wildest wines, her touch, electric, awakens sensation long dead and forgotten. My butterfly, never truely mine, but she can be no one elses, her wings too frail, only I know how to hold her. Is it love....i know not...then what is it that i feel, neither the words of my tongue nor the scribblings of my pen could translate what goes in my soul...God help me...I am falling.....