Submissions by LoveIsALie (Tripp)

They say the eyes, a window to the soul.
Whether pure as a virgin, or black as coal.

So look into my eyes, tell me, what is it you see?
Do you see my facade, or do you see me?

You cannot see into my soul. better yet, you don't want to know.
Yet still better, look in a mirror, the soul you see, is it your own?

Do you see your hurt and past?
Your conflicts, anger, hatred, wrath?

Or do you see what you choose to show?
Your happiness that everyone knows?

Eyes only show what wants to be shown.
As they only see what wants to...

Her body, so fitting in my hands
Her voice, but one word, a single click
Her single arm, one swing into place
Her fingers, clawlike... sharp and tearing

Give me her touch
for it helps me calm.
Her arm, my pillow.
Her fingers, my balm.

She is my peace,
She is my pain,
she strokes my arm,
and brings my red rain

She is my love
She is my life..
She is my addiction.
She is... my knife

I lock myself inside my room,
Where my private shadows loom.
I lock myself inside my mind,
The feeling comes. Again, its time.

I hide my skin, all but my arm
The canvas painted on by harm
I stare and stare, prepare myself
Held to my face, away a mere hairbreadth

I reach for the bloodstained blade
And with its click, I'm unafraid
Admiring the cold, sharp steel,
The Saviour from the pain I feel

I listen now to my own heart
And meditate before i start,
Are the scars and blood enough
To take me from the endless rough?
...