Psycho

Tears, sobs, no abeyance, none. 

Smiles, happiness, no bounds, none.
Cook me a heart, Boil me a soul.
Love me, take me, complete, whole.

Perfect, vague, obscure, precise.
The only thing that would ever suffice.
Bake me a smile, Stir me a tickle.
Lay sanity into life - fickle.

Psycho - they dubbed him, belongs to me.
Declares adjourn, can i let him be?
Psycho - mine, i love him so.
Buries desires, is gratified though.
Psycho - life, sun, hope.
Breath, soul, kryptonite, dope.

The Masquerade Ball

These masks have to come off, not one but all,
The false faces concealed beneath this ruthless skin.

Everyday, a new masquerade ball,
Fake bodies gliding, such effortless sin.

Zombies, each one of us.
Phony smiles, pretty disguises,
Guilt, shame, sympathy, trust-
All lies in motley shapes and sizes.

A fleeting glimpse of forethought i seek,
An unfeigned twinkle of the eye,
This venom, such acid, draw my senses meek-
Not a scruple found, nor a mortified sigh.

These masks, these cloaks, these drapes, these robes.
Melted malign these parasites soak-
Gnawing, eroding every fleck of truth,
Seeping deep - all soul uncouth.

A freedom delayed, an exemption denied,
This clinging grime is a bounded dose.
Persist and lose all in sight.
Resign and attain a content repose.