Seduction

She gazes at you with her seductive eyes,
And her sweet perfume leaves you mezmerized.
You’ve never met anyone quite like her,
She’s unquestionably no amateur.

You feel your heart as it starts to pulsate,
A desire only she can satiate.
Damn, the way she moves and twists her body,
You can tell she’s planning something naughty.

You thought you saw a halo on her head,
Now you see horns as you’re pushed on the bed.
With lips like hers, she’s ’bout suck out your soul,
It’s clear she is completely in control.

God, you can feel her soft and supple skin,
And you just know she’s no stranger to sin.

Take My Hand

It’s like you’re fighting a losing battle,
Wear your mask as you slowly unravel.
Already gave up a long time ago,
You think, “How could I have gotten so low?”

So you keep yourself away from others,
As you hide yourself under the covers.
You chose never to let anyone in,
‘Cause you’re afraid of being hurt again.

But there she is, so radiant and pure,
You’re completely entranced by her allure.
She’d broken through your walls and stole your heart,
And now you never want to be apart.

You feel the words, “I love you,” on your breath,
She had rescued you from your darkest depths.

Ghost of You

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Feet drag me across a cold, empty room.
I drop into the embrace of my sheets,
Flick off the lights, and shut my weary eyes.

Sleep eludes me, I see her silhouette
Dancing around behind my tired eyelids,
A broken butterfly brimming with freedom.
Feelings of shame tighten inside my chest.

I try to push the memories aside,
Yet my mind insists on tormenting me.
I threw my soul away solely for her,
And a couple bottles of tequila.

Have you ever cut someone so deeply
The scars left behind will always linger,
Like the haunting shadows of past regrets?

That Night by Stephen Webb

I sit alone here at this traffic light.
I’m so sorry, I didn’t want us to fight,
I just wish I hadn’t lost myself that night.
Along the way, I guess I lost my sight.

I got lost in you sometime back in June,
I wish we had not ended things so soon.
I miss the days we’d sit under the moon,
And sleep together in bed until noon.

Hey, remember when we went to the shore,
And I whispered to you I wanted more?
Those feelings back then were hard to ignore,
But the words came from deep within my core.

See, I’m lost in the ocean, my darling,
Looking to the sky as stars start falling.
Really wish I could hear you calling,
‘Cause to you I’d always come back crawling.

I miss when we would make love in the dark,
The days when I couldn’t stand to be apart.
I wish we could just go back to the start,
So that I could fight to reclaim your heart.

I sank to the depths and I was so low,
Truly, I lost you forever ago.
Only near the end did it start to show,
There’s only one thing left I want to know.

Did you actually ever love me,
Or was it so plain everyone could see?
But you left me there crying on my knees,
It’s over now, I guess you can be free.

Stray Dog Strut by Stephen Webb

I’m walking aimlessly on Earth’s surface,
You know I’m just a stray dog, baby.
A wandering soul without a purpose
Heartbroken and lost, so please don’t play me. 

I guess I’m just struttin’ along these streets,
With no direction or destination.
Sad and empty, maybe, but I’m at peace,
But here is not where I’ll reach Salvation. 

I guess I’m the type to wear shades at night,
‘Cause some days the world just isn’t dark enough.
But one day, maybe, I’ll get things right.
I just need to get through some stuff. 

If you see me here, don’t just walk along,
Just please give me a place where I belong.

Knocking at the Graveyard

Death is a face we all know,
And a place we’d rather not go.
A fate we will all soon meet,
With death, life is complete.

It is not some malevolent force,
Nor does it lack remorse.
Death is not something ominous,
It is something within all of us.

Death is not dressed in a cloak,
Nor is it some skeletal bloke.
It is the face of a loved one,
The feeling of a heart undone.

The feeling of a life unspent,
A sensation we try to prevent.
We must live our lives to the fullest,
Before we take the bullet.

What waits beyond is unclear,
An unknown some grow to fear.
Anxiety starts to overflow,
Over things we do not know.

We are born and then we die,
We laugh and sometimes cry.
Taking death’s hand will be hard,
Once we knock at the graveyard

I Am Everything I Will Ever Be

I am a collection of all my scars,
A simple creature made from stars.
Weary I am and wary of all who come,
Now back to where I came from.

Broken and beaten I have grown
On this path, I venture alone.
A journey I’ve been through before,
I am ready to close the door.

I am a collection of all my pain,
A simple boy standing in the rain.
I feel like walking on the moon,
Under its precious glow, I swoon.

Tired, I walk along this street,
Avoiding the gaze of all I meet.
Neon lights flicker around me,
I am everything I will ever be.

I am a collection of all my thoughts,
A simple man giving everything he’s got.
Things are going to get rough,
and I worry if I am good enough.

I had forgotten where I’d been,
Distraught, but I can’t give in.

Cyclical

(Content Warning: Depression, anxiety and references to suicide)

I’ve been overwhelmed lately,
Waiting for someone to save me.
I try so hard to maintain,
With this joyous smile I feign.

I got lost along the way,
In thoughts that all betray.
I’m completely torn up inside,
Is it happiness I’m denied?

All my passions have faded
My routine has left me jaded.
To and fro I go,
As the darkness festers from below.

It knocks at my door,
Here for its encore.
An uninvited guest,
But it knows me best.

I know I’m a burden,
So I keep it all hidden.
I hate being so tired,
Is this how I’m wired?

I’m plagued with thoughts
Where I’m always at fault.
I can never do anything right
In this never-ending plight.

I want to help others,
Yet I feel I should suffer.
I’ve done so much wrong,
I just don’t belong.

Emotions try to drag me down,
Like a shackle around my ankle.
My mind has become unwound,
Hope is snuffed out like a candle.

Why should I keep trying?
I say, “I’m fine,” but I’m lying.
I feel like I’m going to erupt,
I just want to give up.

Is this life worth living?
Or am I just pretending?
I keep trying, but what for?
I shouldn’t be here anymore.

Love is…

Love is this, Love is that,
leave it at the doormat.

“Love will save,” they proclaim.
But if Love does retire,
“this and that” are to blame.
Twice naïve but never wiser.

This, they will espouse,
their lies I must denounce.
To them this truth I bestow:
Love will turn to woe.

Women dance and sing,
until they feel the sting.
Keep this in mind, boys,
they’ll replace you with toys.

Love starts out kind,
this I must remind.
But steadily over time,
it won’t be so sublime.

“We are better apart,
so, please, let me depart.
Take back your heart,
and begin from the start.”

“Oh, critic of Love’s bliss,
tainted by those you miss.”
It’s the truth, I won’t pretend,
but love for Love I can’t defend.

If this Love remains alive,
it must meet its demise.
We should just box it,
it is nothing but toxic.

Love is this, Love is that,
leave it at the doormat.

The Cycle

A knight, clad in shimmering,
shining armor, sits murmuring.
He sets his eyes upon the god-cursed
land filled with creatures all perverse.
He slides his blade into its scabbard,
and out into the world he staggers.

He journeys through the mountains,
slaying vile and abhorrent cretins.
With his sword, bathed in crimson,
he tears through their dominion.
With confidence, he perseveres,
but around the corner evil sneers.
He strides over a goblin’s corpse,
and encounters a group of orcs.

He grips his mighty sword,
and in unison the beasts roar.
His blade slashes through the air,
but the orcs swing without care.
Surrounded and outnumbered,
his glistening armor is sundered.
Their battle-axes cleave through him,
and his vision starts to slowly dim.

Bloodied and broken, he lies in wait,
and reluctantly accepts his fate.
Death has come, and its icy fingertips,
like a breath of wind, begins to chip
away at the knight’s armor.
Death is a cunning charmer,
with a soothing voice it whispers,
“Fair knight, stop whimpering,
I am here to end your suffering.”

“From the earth
you are birthed
and from there
I shall prepare.”

With a flitter and a flutter,
his life Death confers.
And the knight reawakens
at the base of the mountain.

Through embers and ash,
he is forced to rehash.
Like a chained phoenix,
he is trapped in the vortex.

“Venture forth, noble knight,
For this is your plight.”

“Only in death may you truly live.”