A Purple Ending

Down on my knees
The colorless rain washes off the purple blood away
I stand on my feet
I pray for the one who dwells within
Send me someone to listen
Father
No one can hear my silence
No one can see through this poker face
But I beg them to see through those eyes
I beg the companions and the strangers
No one's their but they try to be
Through my silent words I scream to them
"Break through my quarantine
I have things to say
My pain shall speak
My soul needs to bleed
Sit me down for a session of persistent tears
My pain is in pain"

The purple blood has washed away indeed
But I await those secluded purple tears
To wash away the purple scars that are still of existence
I don't want to go back
But I want to let go

I missed the true laughter of mine
I miss the true smile that now I hide
I miss singing the same old beautiful Paparazzi verses
That have now become new painful curses
"I'm your biggest fan I followed you until you left me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar you know that I did become your Paparazzi
Promised I'll be kind but I didn't stop until I killed my heart
Baby you'll be famous chased you down until I left me
Papa-paparazzi"

I'm not angry at God
I'm not angry at anyone
I'm angry at myself

Living to what lays ahead
I hope to sing those beautiful verses again
As I pray that love won't take my life...

The twin of May

This poem is inspired by "Madonna - Human Nature"

And my twin shall partly awake from his deep coma
He will talk and I shall be put into temporary sleep

And the twin says through bleeding veins
through clotted wounds
through an unleashed heart
through sealed rage and anger

"I, the twin shall speak
for you have sealed me with your attendance
but now that my sight no longer witnesses your presence
My seal weakens and my hate awakens
therefor I shall unleash part of my agony

I will not ask you to forgive me
for you should be the one asking for forgiveness
I will literate no apologies
for you should be the one apologizing
and I will show no care
For I, in reality couldn't care less

Dear ex fooler
I shall inject this into your brain before I get myself started
My brother is not the one with the problems
he is able to last way more infinite than just few days

Honey, Did my brother not tell you
that calling him acquisitive slaughters him to bits
why have you done it frequently?
Darling, If my brother had done so much just so he could take a footling off of you
He would have stopped long before you cut the rope

Do you know how much I wanted to let it out on the cursed night of the dolls
Do you how much i still struggle to let it out everyday?
Its easy for me to prevail my forgiving brother
but the love he had for you is still strong enough to hold me off
and though this piece of pain might be of pain to you
I shall warn you against the day
The day this seal is by all will removed by my brother
A day where the myth of Lucifer becomes reality.

Dear poet
on behalf of my beloved brother I will tell you
he quits following you
He is no longer the paparazzi of you
He is no longer the paparazzi of anyone
For I shall never forget the day you said he gave up his dignity for you
And I shall reply to you
Karma has already taken place to that sentence you unmercifully said
It's all in that guitar of June and August.
if it's any song that my brother is eager to sing from the bottom of his shattered heart
It's the song this poem was inspired by

Before I head into my deep coma again
I shall let you see me one day."