as clear as day,
my eyes do see
the pain you do
inflict upon me
as dark as night,
your eyes do hold
the evil ways
i watch unfold
as hot as hellfire,
my skin does burn
knowing the demon
is what i yearn
cold as ice,
you sure may be
but even still
you’re meant for me
I thought of you just this morn
and my heart ached again.
My soul is so very worn.
I thought of you again this eve
and a smile found my face.
Your spirit will never leave.
I remember your strength
in a way everyone could see
and for the longest time
you were who I wanted to be.
I can see your strength now
in a way almost no one can see
and I know without doubt
you’re stronger than I could ever be.
I hope you know the pain you’ve caused,
although I can’t imagine you do,
since the only pain that you can see
is that which you go through.
I don’t deny it must be bad,
looking in the mirror each day
and facing who you are inside
and pretending that’s okay.
The buzzing of the needle
scares many away
but the thrill that it elicits
is not achieved another way.
The message that I’m making
lasts forever on my skin
and I’ll take it to my grave,
along with all my sins.
Plain black or even color too,
my skin, the empty canvas awaits
for the artist’s fine creation
and the pure joy it elates.
Each day forward
eerily resembles every day past.
Will tomorrow be today
or will yesterday outlast?
The blues got nothing on the despair
that lingers in my heartstrings
fueled by my utter lack of care.
The motions get harder to go through
as the façade that I’ve weakly created
breaks down piece by piece too.
All that’s left is this illegitimate shell
of a person’s battered remains
with what was once whole, in hell.
That five-finger discount
seemed so perfect at the time
but you didn’t read the disclaimer
and now you pay for your crime.
Maybe now you’ve learned your lesson
that nothing in life is free
except now that you’re in jail
the cost of life falls to me.
Ten years have come and gone
and what memories remain
are so faint and barren
I can’t even recall your name.
I planted this tree
so I could watch it grow
but life took me away
so I will never know
if the tree grew to be tall
or perhaps not at all,
but with any luck
it is beautiful in the fall.
Autumn Siders 