Somehow foolish desire begot passion. And passion in turn, conjured sadness. There is nothing worse than a life alone, falling in and out love with someone else’s madness...
Wait for me, while I die. I haven’t yet crossed over to the pale side. I’m still a mesh of messed up bones. My teeth snarled, holding back an angry tongue. My rotted words still linger in the air. They’ve become my weapon of choice, to keep my soul naked and bare. I’m waiting patiently; come steal them from my lips. Leave me dead, with nightmare intended bliss. Oh be the barren silence on my mind. Lead me into the shadowed waters, of nonexistence and time. Wait for me, it’s my turn to die. And in Hell forever, I’ll curse by your side...
-HMG
What dreams do come, come with a heavy price to pay. So sad, so real; I could almost pray...
On the silver screen of my mind I watched you leave again. No goodbye on your tongue, nor wave of your hand. I scrambled to keep you, to hold you tight. But still you slipped away, in the middle of a hot summer's night. My empty heart awakes with great pain. As this nightmarish plague, concocts me insane. I thought forever was forever in flesh and bone. Now my spirit weeps an eternity, for being so alone. Oh I'm drowning in such a harsh aftermath. Of life's too short, unlike regret...
-HMG
And then he sent her photos, of sky and moon and stars. That’s when she knew, he aimed to catch her heart...
Nonexistent cares, and a what not of tries. Trust in love, and all will fall into demise. Lines in the rift, of being behind her eyes. She’s sorrow ladened again, but no one hears her cries. Inked to the page, in his last words she sighed. She’s just a storm collector, with his thunder on her mind...
-HMG
I left heaven to follow his shadow. A ghostly sneer spread across his black eyes. I fell victim to the darkness he bled; now I'll never know peace in my soul... I thought I'd escaped from that shadow. As he lomed inside of my brain. I gave him gifts, of money and tears; seems I'll never know peace again... He kept magic inside of his rhymes. Hexes and vexes in his hands. I left heaven to follow that shadow. Down to hell is where I belong...
I’m a sophisticated shut-in, that won’t stay dead. I’m available without a prescription; like a bad religion for your head. Always Bigfoot’s last choice. A humanoid turned illegal, with a robot voice. So please turn off your cell phone hacks. For my “based on a true story” life that watches back. As my neurons are for external use only. And my thoughts are filmed on location, in double vision lonely…
-HMG
If I could give the moon to thee, I would wrap it up with the deep blue sea. I’d count the stars as I sent them to your heart. And place the mountain spans in the palms of your hands. But all I have is my love to give. Draped with these dreams, I tell you over and over again. Which is to be with you until the sun no longer shines. To spend eternity by your side. The gold in my days, is my hand in yours, always. The silver outline of my nights, is our lips pressed together tight. Oh how my heart beats spell out your name; the letters of love; the syllables of sway. The greatest gift is my soul mixed with yours. Two have become one, in love forever more…
-HMG
A breath of death between the sheets; I am the Queen of darkness, and devils live in me...
Dead voices echo, haunted in the rain. Upon the sky, night begins to stain. Ink and star dust make up my soul. It's because I've never truly been in love at all. In odd worlds, though. Oh, do I roam. Weaving my hands with a lovers embrace. Like dreamcatchers holding space, between time, and hearts, and his vacant face...
-HMG
She lived with demons beating behind her ribs, and phantoms combing beneath her hair. Dancing tears like the crooked lines, her smile cracked out in despair…
He smelled like the ozone, as she felt him all around. His stormy hands shifting, beneath her gown. He isn’t really insane, his reality just differs in his cries. She knew it every time, she fell in love with the ghosts that lurked inside his eyes. She chose to dwell with him, in that thin place between now and never. Where he made there a paper queen; torn from an old world that couldn’t promise her forever. She swayed with dented memories, that were only meant for she. But that didn’t make her crazy; for all she knew was he. Their days were filled with static. Together, they would always overcome such tragic. Of course it didn’t matter, that no one else could see. They really weren’t demented; they were just merely meant to be…
-HMG
