I'm Not a Love Poet.

I'm not much of a love poet;

But I can't help but think of you every time I write!

I can't help but think of your beautiful blue eyes!

When I'm with you,

I begin to rise, 

Being able to see everything through a different lens.

When I'm with you,

Time and space bends. 

When I'm with you, 

Everything else in my life becomes irrelevant.

Because I know I can look to you for comfort.

I know that you'll be there to tell me it's okay. 

The way you think of me,

Lets me put my past away.

So I can look forward 

To everyday I spend with you.

I'm not much of a love poet,

And this poem might suck but,

I just wanted to let you know, 

I'm forever yours.

My feeling for you will never change.

No Rain nor storm,

Nor house, nor range. 

I love you,

Je t'aime, 

As I'm known to say.

Je vous adore.

Welcome to Hell

Inhale to escape
The fire of rape,
Clouding your eyes,
With brilliant disguise,
Demons laughing at the joke,
Hiding in the smoke.
Mocking me,
Taunting me,
I cannot breathe,
Demons, looking with seethe.

You can hear them;
Feel them,
Yet, never touch them.

Sadistic, Masochistic,
Rising, Thriving,
I cannot breathe,
You cannot breathe.

Demons glaring,
You cannot help but feel their staring,
Eyes that blink, on the brink,
Of victory.

Decimation, Placation,
Minds, Combine,
To make one,
Hell.

Greeted by a Jackal,
With a Cackle,
That sends shivers down your
now broken spine,
With one simple line;
Welcome to hell.

Breathe, I dare you.
You haven't got a clue,
do you?

The second you take a breath
You grab for you neck,
On your broken spine.
Listening to the cackle
Of the Jackal,
and that one line:
Welcome to hell.

Get used to it,
You have an eternity.