From A Room

I am milk...

I am not who you think I am.
I am beyond anything you can understand.
I am what you see
When you see the wind.
I am what you hear
When there is silence.
I am what you taste
When you have no tongue.
I am a sin in Heaven
A saint in Hell
I am the dark cloud that rains down on you
I am the ocean
You break beneath my waves.
I am milk. I am hate. I am life.

FIRE...

Oh beautiful doll
How can you be borne from such fire?
The light it shines behind your eyes
Like that from an angel's choir,
And you kiss the stars
Orchid tears and blackened dreams
And it is known upon your face that
Everyone should be free
For fate laced is the world.

Perfect Growl...

Growl to make a lion blush
It's better to set him straight
Save the bite.
Let him know you fear him not
He'll walk away unhurt.

Eyes to make an angel sigh
It's better to let her know
Save the hate.
Show her how they make you bleed
She'll set your soul free.

Hair to make a fire fade
It's better to not let it go
Save the burn.
Show it what it's like to hide
It'll die a passing sigh.

Demons to make the saints afraid
It's better to let them show
Save the lies.
Let them see the inner scars
They'll stop the accusations here.

Hidden...

Such a fragile soul
He who loves with a passion
That knows no boundaries.
Yet it is this love
That causes him grief
A pain that stirs deep
Within a tortured gut
And though he hides
From that which he loves most
He cannot hide
From himself.

SHIFTING...

He awoke on the dawn of the last days. All that had gone before had left open a void in which he now stepped out into. He took breaths of polluted air as thick and as warm as the blood spilt about his feet.
He had stared into the mirror too long, he thought. It would come to him later, that this is what saved him. He had seen in his own eyes the truth of being, and was left standing on the doorstep of the waking world... changed forever.
The darkness of his soul had been released in the moment dreams are made - yet he saw it in the mirror and it was no longer fiction and no longer confined to the far reaches of the soul. And he became all that he saw in reflections.
And all that was the same was different, and all that was different was now the same...