Hands

Hands. Rough to the touch.
From the toil, hardened.
Now a tightened clutch,
Grips the bag- moth eatened.

Callous fingertips
Close tight the frayed holes
Of the bag's old rips.
The bag is now whole.

Coarse palms. Etched with lines,
Support the fragile base.
The sagging outline
Follows the palms' trace.

Hands. Stiff and weary,
Hold the bag with tender.
Gently they carry,
With all they can render-


The small bag of Hope.

Please

Misery, oh beautiful Misery,
How your seduction leaves me spellbound.
I've lost myself. Without you, I feel ugly.
I'm living off you. I can't feel the ground.

Misery, oh beautiful Misery,
How my heart aches at your gentle caress.
I feel your passion burning inside me-
Scorching me alive to screaming numbness.

Misery, oh beautiful Misery,
Insatiable hunger for hell's sorrow.
You relish the taste of pure agony,
Leeching into my soul. As I die, you grow.

Misery, oh beautiful Misery,
Leave me alone. Please don't take him away.
I'm weightless now. Cold and almost empty.
Just leave me with my one last love-


Oh my Misery, don't take him away.

Please.

There will be a day, when I let down my guard.
That little secret: one-sided sorrow.
One day, you will see the truth. The facade.
And I will say goodbye for tomorrow.

Dear Faith

Dear Faith,
You've been on a long vacation.
Hidden in a faraway location.
I think it's high time for you to come back.
Before you completely loose the home track.

Dear Faith,
I know you've been kind of stressed.
I heard life played you up and you were oppressed.
But hey, you've got your break now. It's enough.
I need you bad- before life gets too tough.

Dear Faith,
Please come home. Don't give up on me.
Yes, I failed you, but it was that once only.
Come home pretty Faith. Come home my guardian.
Give me a chance. I'm only human.

The Beauty of Transference

I see You. You remind me of my Parents.
I see You. I wish my Parents are like You.
I see You. You are Me. I am my Parents.
It is all just simple Transference so true.

I am using You as my replacement.
It is a cycle of substituting displacement
Of unresolved conflict, aggression and dependence.


Oh, the beauty of Transference.