Muse

The self - the daydream of the angel, 
Its shadow - a nightmare of my demons.

Self-hatred with a mask,  
As dreams begin to crack,
Playing the cards with ease, 
Waiting for hell to freeze. 

My muse you shall remain, 
Your kiss I can't abstain, 
Lost in this glass of chance,  
The thoughts and their expanse. 

A sin without control, 
Your words embrace my soul, 
Destined remains confused, 
The scar as though infused. 

Glare of Hope

In your eyes I’ve seen the future,
As the dawn has light beset,
As the shadows reach and fashion,
As the winds whip and reset...
I am tortured by the sorrow,
And the nature of the miss...
As I glance into the chasm,
Undefined and unremissed.
Cast into the reigns of chances,
Poised to make the same mistakes;
Mystified, I keep on walking,
Grabbing on to glares of hope.

Epilogue

I still daydream of your kiss ...

And your smile remains my bliss...
I am stunned at your mere presence
And the thought of your touch beckons...

I am lost in your embrace
And am poised to lose my head...
Slowly drifting in the dream
And forgetting life's bleak scheme ...