Make me sad and I'll write you a poem
The lady in the lake
Never saw the morning break
The lady in the lake
Her loneliness ache
The lady in the lake
Drowned in rage
The lady in the lake
Who will she take?
The lady in the lake
Her lover waiting for her to wake…
— Inspired by The Haunting of Bly Manor
People give in exchange of moral dessert
Would you give in, or go berserk?
People urging about positivity
Just for the sake of levity
People might wait a little longer
Some might be weaker, some might be stronger
Do you think we all deserve this?
There’s much to reminisce…
Winter morning came to an end
Tired souls dreamed to mend
March’s Spring came to bloom
Hearts still feel the deepest gloom
Feelings stuck in this Summer daze
This spirit longs for your warm embrace
Autumn foliage has just begun
Catch me in this earthly span…
Addicted by the sweetness of your lies
Until it’s too late for me to realize
Drowning from this indelible feeling
Trapped in this emotional reeling
Finding an escape route
I want to kill the cause, it’s root…
The words that I crave to hear
Your voice as poetic as it can be
To be awake with this confusion
Or be in slumber with only a conclusion
I only own half of you
Your feelings, is it true?
I only own half of you
Don’t let me feel blue
I only own half of you
Will you also say, “I do?”
I only own half of you
I can only offer my poems, nothing new
I only own half of you
Will I cry rain or dew?
I only own half of you
I hope it’s me that will make you whole…
Temporary bliss in exchange of eternal suffering
Kings and Queens of the present, slaves of damnation governing
Ravenous for gold and silver
They want it all, not a big giver
Until they feel hollow
And they see the world shallow…
Here comes the reaper
Bringing their souls deeper
Into the phases of hell
Wrecked souls bid farewell
My hymns of lamentation,
Demanding to hear this meditation
In tune with the tones of pain
Not too long for you to feel it and regain
Singing these sorrows from the heart
Which one was your favorite part?
You can choose an instrument to break me
But I’m already wrecked, can’t you see?
So come here, where emotions are mute
Play the chords of one dusty lute
Let’s form a band that performs poignantly
Until everyone hears our track of grieving
One gloomy day, a princess was lost
She saw a glistening pond with silvery frost
“How do you do, fair lady?” said a croaky voice
A startled face answered a frog with a crown covered with moist
“Where’s the way back to the palace?” she desperately asked
The frog prince said, “There’s this eerie path but you have to go fast.”
“But before you do that, can you clean my crown?”
So the princess gracefully lay down
The frog prince put his lips on hers in a hastily mode
Then the princess went from human to toad
From her frog eyes, she saw a handsome prince running towards a blurry path
She then was covered with tears and wrath
Wearing my happy mask when all I feel is devastation
I have to hide this depression…
Nobody can see this
A mark from my monster’s kiss
My addiction is this sadness
And my withdrawal is the misery
We’re all sad souls
Love, money, power and fame are the distractions we control
When working makes a living
But everyday it feels like you’re dying
When no one really cares about you
And that’s the only thing that’s true…
I see you as a carnival
With actions that are arbitral
I find beauty in the rain
Like your words, left a stain
Found an angel in a demon
Desperately seeking for a reason
To fall in a quagmire
Feelings burning in the fire
I savor this heavenly phase
Until I no longer recognize your face…
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