Anger

I cannot remember, last
When without anger I’ve been
It’s who I am, who I’ve become

The bitter dust of crushed dreams
Seeps into every corner
Disappointed stares, in the mirror, and out

Damned that I’ve done, damned that I’ve not
Like a kettle on the boil far too long
Slowly eating itself once the water is gone

Tired and weary like vanquished’s breath
Listless anger still seeths within
Smiling through gritted teeth

Questions on questions
Piled high; unanswered, cry
Silent screams, silence screams

Nowhere to run, nowhere to turn
Inky depths beckon the mind
With a cold embrace, an embrace nonetheless

– Raziel

Hopefully makes sense.

A Day in Life

Emotions abound, in darkness and light
A few plain to see, so many out of sight
Some we keep secret, for their sake
And some from oneself, when we’re awake
Bitter truths, and more bitter selves
We hide away where no one delves
Living in denial, and suffering hope
Lest we admit to ourselves, we cannot cope

Seeking approval, in another’s eyes
We spend all we have, living out the lies
Let’s call it love, for then it’s not sin
It’s always virtuous, to kill the self for kin
But in the end, we’ve only the self again
Who else would shoulder, what is our blame
The only mistake that we’ll regret
Would be ones we never let us make

– Raziel

Can I?

Can I turn back time?
Can I undo my mistakes?
Can I do it all over?
Can I do that?

Can I turn back time?
Can I feel your touch again?
Can I hear your voice?
Can I do that?

Can I turn back time?
Can I laugh out in joy?
Can I be back there?
Can I do that?

Can I turn back time?
Can I have some hope?
Can I have dreams again?
Can I do that?

Can I turn back time?
Can I be me again?
Can I be whole?
Can I be whole again?

– Raziel

I don’t care

I do get scared, deathly so
When my stomach hurts, and it’s not in mirth
Without it, where would I be?
That’s where I put the wine, you see

But when the heart hurts, I don’t care
I don’t give a thimble’s worth
For the heart is yours, has always been
It’s your bother, what do I care

I do get scared, deathly so
When my head hurts, and it’s not from wine
Without it, where would I be?
That’s where your memories are, you see

But when the heart hurts, I don’t care
I don’t give a damn it’s there
For the heart is yours, has always been
It’s your bag of worry, just space I rent

I do get scared, deathly so
When my legs hurt, and it’s not from walking
Without them, where would I be?
How else would I walk to where you are, you see

But when the heart hurts, I don’t care
Hasn’t beat for me, since you stepped in there
For the heart is yours, and yours alone
Yours to own, and yours alone

– Raziel