Horror

I lay upon my sweaty bed
locked in unseen chains
bounding me in dread

a frozen figure standing there
draining out the very air

he bleeds me without a touch
a million muffled screams
sound my skin as such

swift, lanky, eldritch
he nears my bed
with his hand he does bewitch

locked in fear upon my birth
he withdraws all my worth

Singer/Songwriter

play the song that stops the world -
suspend me in your memory

the sweetest touch on the piano -
words that make me forget to breathe

your cracked soul has awoken mine -
in a moment, all is perfect

King

the armor once encased your heart -
it has now shattered beneath
the butterfly’s wings -
he wove riddles
that memories could not solve

your strength is no match
for inner fears -
the forest realm
will never be deep enough
to protect you from yourself

how terrifying a beast
must you appear
to keep the shadows of your mind
from eating you alive?

you are no king -
you’re only an echo

pretending

Invisible

from the comfort of my invisibility
I watch the world move without me

you can plainly see that I am there,
yet to your eyes I don’t exist

things of beauty leave trails of kisses
I have no lips upon my steps

too much flesh to be seen
and too little height to be noticed

once, I crossed the threshold
where all eyes were fixed on me

offers of favors leapt from deep corners
one toothless smile wondered where I’d been all his life

the women burned with their seething eyes
aiming daggers at my head

I fell into too much shame for my accomplishments
and rejected what stood me out

falling back into this cellophane creature
writtled in guilt

too long have I held this
it is time to be seen again

remove my invisibility cloak
and happily face the world again!

Muse

the muse that killed my tender heart
made waste of me beneath his starlight

the words that sprang from his well
tore through me and shredded my soul

they made my songs useless,
pitifully meager meanings
that wilted in the ears of those who know much more
than my mind can conceive

he made me believe that good was dialed up to its extent,
that I was the lucky star that made all others swoon,
that one word from my mouth would attract beautiful lips
trembling with lust and dripping with sex,
eyes full of sparkling diamonds meant for me

what lies beheld in sinister words
I thought were the breath of me

dark shadows cast deep divides between,
my thoughts and my pen became two evils
that lied and lied
and spotlighted my stupidity

what a cruel deed to render my desires mute,
for now my lips are far from lust and dripping sex

I’m lucky to lick the boots of my abusive muse
caging what could be grand imaginings of this silly girl
who lost herself to comfort and fears