The Scars I've Caused A mirror before meGlinting in the light. It reveals fresh woundsThat I created in the night. I do not know this personWho's crying eyes stare back at me. I don't understand why she criesThough my soul longs to see. What happened to this ragged girl?Where has her joy gone? I put up a strong frontJust so she can get along. Behind all the liesAnd under blood stained sleeves, Pealing away the plasterI finally see the marks my blade leaves. I hadn't meant to go so farTo hurt the mirrored girl But I was lost in dark despairWithin life's hectic whirl. Lost and lonely she shudders,Afraid of what she'll do. My reflection speaks with shivering sobs,"What have I done to you?"
Zombies Need Love They search for meWhen the blue night stars return. The search for me,And for my blood the yearn. In the dark alleysThey lay in wait for me. In the dark alleysWhere I can barely see. They quietly wait untilThe orange sun has fled. They quietly wait untilWith an army of undead. When I am still outRoaming the night, When I am still outThey don't look for a fight. I hear them moaningIn the dark shadowy hall. I hear them moaning,Chilling voices, they call. They're coming to find meI can feel their presence. They're coming to find meto gaze upon me with reverence. I'm afraid but I knowAll they ask for is caring. I'm afraid but I knowThat with pure love they are staring. Their dead eyes are looking.For the love of the world. Their dead eyes are lookingWith their arms unfurled.
Freedom of Expression"Who are you" They ask"To in-vision such a life?"They do not understandThat this world is filled with strife.Freedom is an illusion,Just a trick to keep us sane.Society is our captor,Restriction, our bane.We must free our expressionThrough the power of love.We must break this cageAnd release the white dove.Her feathers streaked with warpaint,She spreads her great wings to fly.This dove will sound the call.We must raise our daggers to the sky!We shall wage a war of peaceOn this planet we call home.We shall burn the regulationsAnd set creativity free to roam.Though many of us may falter,Letting our insanity die.We will be victoriousAgainst the ever watching eye.Only when love reigns supremeWill we stop our quest.Only when freedom is restored,Then we will rest.Artists, we must fightWith Paintbrushes in our hold.We stand to battle for loveWith words bright and bold.Pictures can paint a thousand wordsBut stories can do the same.In our beliefs we must be str