End of Isaac’s Song- Pain

Pain is usual in a partnership

Emotional pain is most common

It hits the heart sharply as a whip

And fill the lungs like a toxin

Pain is typical when you’re in love

It hurts the most when you know they mean it

When they meant to push, to shove

To bury you as deeply as possible in an irretrievable pit

Pain happens when you’re with the love of your life

Pain is an ungiving strife

Ribbon

I tie a ribbon through your hand

So, every maiden in the land

Knows we are woman

And we are man

I keep you captive in my home

I tie a scarf around your dome

So, every waif from town to town

Knows you are tied down, down, down

I send farewells to your family

In a beautiful melodic homily

So, every person tied to my love

Never comes to save my dove

Ribbon

Obsessed

You kneel in front of me

As I comb locks of your hair

Your fear is my responsibility

No hiding places, nowhere

Oh, but I say I love you

That’s why you can never leave

We belong as two

Your family can cry, they can grieve

Death is your only solace

You’ll never escape my sweet kiss.

I Drank

In your eyes, I drank

In a single blink

I fell into you

In your bed I sink

I’m wanton with you

In your arms, a whore

I creep onto you

Wanting for more

Your soul for the taking

With every bit of love we make

Infatuation, lust, or love

This feeling… It’s not fake

In your eyes, I drank

Simple Thing

It's a simple thing 

It's not lust

Infatuation, it's juvenile 

His eyes, his hair

I want his attention 

It's simple, this thing

Songs to Isaac Interlude

Dear Isaac,

I’ve been infatuated with you for quite a while. Your long, auburn coils. Your hazel eyes. Your pale skin. I think I want to fall for you. I’ve written you a tale of ballads and sonnets to make you fall for me the way I’m falling for you. I hope you reciprocate by the end of my song. Infatuation is the simplest form of love, the purest. And it can also be the strongest form. I look at you without knowing your flaws yet. I want to be with you, Isaac. Let me know you, Isaac. Get to know me through this song, Isaac.

In Honor of Trey Reeds

From the Loblolly he swang high

he w’ant meant to be there

he w’ant meant to die

From the Loblolly dripped his hair

Trey bled red, red, red

From the Loblolly swings, strange fruit

At the Loblolly, he was found dead

At the Loblolly, blood were drippin down the root

Were he meant to die that day?

They say nothing foul were there to be found

What do you say?

I hear 12 sound

I hear his name bleed

Trey Reeds

Preface

I’ve been pursuing the prosecution of the Devil. Prosecuting a man with such tenor to his name is diligent work, and it seems to never end. The Devil is a wicked man with humor and slyness that seems to grow from the ground beneath him with every lie. He’s sick, this man. He had a reason for hurting me. Or so he says. They always do. I’m wont to call myself bitter but in the face of the Devil, I’m a very cynical indeed. I have no reservations of what he’s done to me. He’s a rapist and an abuser, and now he’s sick in the head, according to his attorney. He must have been real sick to do what he did to me when he did it to me. Must have been seeing demons from below. I say he was embracing his true nature, his true wickedness. A Devil amongst men, walking as if he’s one of us. I say… I say King is but a facade. And Kings with two faces deserve to be stripped to their bare bones. The people deserve a just leader! A King who embraces righteousness and not the whims of the flesh. This King went wrong somewhere. Off with his head! The Devil will out.

I’m a Child

I'm a child

Yet you scream and you curse at me

I'm a child 

So you treat me less than thee

I'm a child

You sit on me...

I’m not a chair.

I’ll get out of your hair

I'm a woman

You cheat on my mother

You claim foul play

You're the victim here!

I'm a woman

You're outside of my house

I've told you to leave 

You want reprieve

You stay

I'm a woman

You've raised the town whore

I always want more

You're the victim here

Your daughter doesn't listen

I'm a woman

You want to be a victim

I will make you one

Hell hath no fury like me

You threaten to slap me

Once

Twice

Thrice

You're the victim here

I'm a woman

I'm a child

With you I'm never a woman

You're the victim here

You were a great father

I'm a child

I'm delusional 

You say so yourself

Heaven help me 

I'm a child

I weep everyday

stop touching me

stop touching me

it’s been nearly three years

stop touching me

i cant dream without your hands on me

i cant dream without your hands in me

stop touching me

i cant breathe when you’re touching me

i feel numb when youre touching me

i feel weak when youre touching me

stop touching me

stop touching me

i told you i was never aroused

why are you touching me

why are you hands on me

why is that THING in me

stop touching me

so i can get a nights rest

so i can stop seeing your face everywhere i go

so i can live freely again

stop touching me

stop touching me

im scared

i thought we were getting to know one another

i thought we were watching a movie

i thought we were enjoying ourselves

stop touching me

everynight

everymorning

everyday

youre touching me

stop now

please

stop touching me

Put him down(published)

The Devil took my soul

He signed it with his dick

Made me his bitch

I’ll never forget him.

The Devil called himself Royal

Abused my trust

And my freedom

I’ll put him in chains.

Reveal his mask to the public

Let the world know what a King really is

Let them see his dirty red horns

Put him down.

He doesn’t deserve polite society

The Devil belongs underground

With his vermin and ilk

Put him down.

I feel safer now

He’s off the streets

Like the criminal he is

Put him down.

I feel happier

He’s on the list

For everyone to see

Put him down.

I feel warmer

The Devil has been killed

By justice

And action

Put him down.

Like the Demon he is.

Under the jail.

Until he’s human again