"Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic"

Something wants to so eagerly slip out of my pen,
I’m not certain of its contents but I’m certain it’s a sin,
In their world, on their terms,
What I believe to be burned,
Maybe some big picture will connect the dots,
But all I see is empty holes and spots,
I have this inspiration & it’s bottling up,
I’m about to take a new turn in life,
“It’s coming, it’s coming” she cried,
Only one week left to prove I’m alive. 

A crisp petal trails down a dark tunnel,
Dancing with the shadows that may exist with one hint of light,
Dancing left & dancing right,
The petal can feel out each curve of the place of its black slumber, remaining hidden from the tree of its birth but never starting to wonder,
A swift breeze or burst of water pushes the petal along,
The perfectly formed bit of life is wilted and discolored and knows not of wrongs,
The advantage of residing in this tunnel you see,
Is the lack of exposure to desire being free,
No negativity or insecurity; the petal is best being separated from the tree. 

Underneath this fragile mask hides a swan pleading to be set free,
Opening & closing new doors will always satisfy thee,
Although change is welcomed here I am eager to find stability,
My throat tightens at the thought of your betrayal,
I can’t comprehend existence in the path of your dismissal,
Accepting of who you are, I am, but I somehow expected something more,
But despite this empty soul I feel a comfort at the shore,
There may be no promises or purpose to be made,
Yet buried in the flesh of simplistics I see what’s been known a decade,
Myself wants to be seen for the me that lies within,
Though you spoke those precious words that remind me I’ll never win,
I’m dying for a key to click open your thoughts,
My biggest fear concludes you may not be what I have sought,
I know what my mind desires lives behind your excuses,
I’m not buying it, there’s more to you than emptiness & translucency, 
I also know I am far more worthy for that complex & twisted heart than she,
Although you long for tricks and games for reasons I cannot see,
Breathe the breath of a confident man & keep lying to yourself,
I can see sadness behind those figures, crying out for health,
Inhale your toxins loud and strong,
Compare me to an awful song & maybe I’ll seem slightly beautiful,
I cannot fix the way he feels but only one thing can be certain,
When he releases me & goes home to that familiar curtain,
The demons will return & eat his insides,
God will seem real & he will rise,
But in the end, she’s the reason he ended up in that hospital bed only eating her tricks & lies,
He will turn to his father & wish to leave but have nowhere to go,
No fresh new start, he will tilt his head in the most regrettable shame,
How could he let himself get sucked onto the continuous board of her never ending game.