broken heart

Letting Go

Old Poems

This pain needs to stop

It cannot be tolerated any longer

Her purpose cannot be for you

Blood pours from the heart so quickly

She has become lightheaded; unable to breath

Frozen in time, like the blackest night

The heart cannot go on, for she has bled all she can

Yet death is not even close

Pain is all she has

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Back when I wrote this poem this one really hit home to me. Since I am a little older and, hopefully, a little wiser I have grown from this feeling but still can relate to it on many levels.

Any comments, good or bad, are welcome. Please leave a comment and let me know if you liked it, how it made you feel or what you didn't like about it. Thanks for taking the time to read my work. :)

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Lost "Love"

Volume One



Lost 'Love'”


Demon scar, throw me far

hope of light, hope of delight

fear of night, the steel of fight

just a strike, as love is lost

and hate is tossed, in a world of pain

can there be anything to gain

All I wanted was to make you happy,

but I found I made it sappy

I was lost to a dream, that could never be

I don't want to lose your love

but when I think about it, I never had your love

just a dove, a sign of what was up above

Fear of hate, now just used as bait

scar me now, don't kneel and bow

stand tall and proud

I don't want to hurt you now, not now

or anymore


"Darkness here; evermore"


"You can't see, but death shall set you free"




Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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Thats How I knew

Volume One





That's how I Knew”



Visions in my head

it's called the dance of the dead

decaying skin. Lets dig in

you were my only sin

I put my trust in you

tears as sweet as the morning dew

and that's how I knew


"It was doomed from the start

all the love you gave my heart

only to have ripped it out, when you left

like a tormenting dream it was theft"


those feelings you gave me I cannot get over

rotting away like a diseased four-leaf clover

I hate the way you now make me feel

hopeless for salvation, helpless to heal

are you proud at how my pain grew

and that's when I knew


"It was doomed from the start

all the love I gave, was from my heart

only to have you make me feel like it was a waste

as if you were a drug that had been laced"


Now I bleed

those feelings I want but do not need

and that's how I knew

but most of all, that's what I know






Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; from Psycho- Confessions)

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