Evil Things

There are cries and howls in the night
Belonging to those of evil things
Constantly they scoff at me
They are what my despair brings
They say they wont go away
Their words with empty hollow stings
I lay here naked on the ground
Weeping from the constant pings
They take enjoyment in this pain
And around me they make rings
They sing merrily at what they have done
Those all to evil things
Then out there comes a voice
Of it’s beauty it happily sings
It pushes through the darkness
It breaks through the evil rings
Then when I look up
She is more than what she sings
I smile at her beauty
My heart it is on wings
Because of love I am now safe
From all those evil things.

This Mask I Wear.

The face I wear is not my own
The mask is for you to see
The cracks are places beaten by stone
These cracks help you see me
I can not show you my true face
For this mask’s my hollow creed
This mask keeps all my black in place
Yet safety’s what I really need
This cry of mine is deep
It rattles through my bones
It comes from my true creep
It shows in my true tones
The cries of them show deep remorse
From times of long ago.
These shallows of mine intercourse
They speak of my Argo
I take this mask off to few
The ones I truly trust
Maybe I could start anew
Yet my safety is a must.

Beautiful Women

I am Surrounded by beautiful women
Their air is sweet to me.
Yet at time they say they’re ugly
How can they not see?
The heavens pail in comparison
For they are too lovely.
Yet at times they want to change
For they are told they’re ugly.
They think they must be more fake
To meet with the standards of man.
Yet true beauty they cannot make
For it was there ‘fore they began.
Beauty is more than their flesh
It is deeper.
So ‘fore you change the girl you are
I say, just keep her.