Fortress of Solitude, Fortress of Love

I build a fortress in my own flesh and blood;
As a safe house for the thing I care most;
This fortress holds my dearest possession;
As I take my stand against my greatest demons;
This fortress was fortified as my last defense.

May this fortress withstand the weight of time;
Forever it will stand, while my love remains pure;
May this fortress withstand the blight of scorn;
Protecting my love, keeping it safe from harm.

While the fortress was build to be impenetrable;
One weakness remains that would summon its failure;
As history portrays, defeat is not of external sins;
My tainted love is the weapon of my fortress's defeat;
If ever my fortress would fall, if ever my demons triumph;
May this fortress be taken by time, forever lost, never to be found;
And may my love for you be taken with it, forever sealed, as my lost relic.

A gift of time

I extend to thee my utmost appreciation;
I'm sorry I failed upon my demon's apprehension;
I wish to express gratitude on my personal presence;

But as long as I long for your cyssan sensation;
I cannot resist possession's temptation;
I cannot deny my desire for your affection.

Reciting My Birth

Birth, where life takes its first breath;
As it submits to time, the trial of its worth;
Birth, a substance of overrated worth;
An eternal sentence that governs this world.

Reflecting upon the day of birth;
I choose to embrace silence's worth;
May this day I be free from words;
For 24 hours I detach from this world.

Torn between two

Missing and afraid, which should I turn to?
I'm lost and confuse, I'm torn between the two;
This feeling has no cure, no aids, there's nothing I can do;
Forgetting is something time will give me in due.

Your image huants me;
Your scent suffocates me;
Your presence tortures me;
Nothing is hurting, but memory of you in me...

Bitter Rain

The sun shines bright;
The sky's clear blue light;
Its a beautiful starry night;
Would you stop and appreciate the starlight?

Even in such a day;
My rain does not ceased to decay;
Bitterness is left as it lay;
No color dare stands in its way.

Soon I will be gray, grieving in pain;
Colorless I become as my days are slain;
Consuming every color left in my brain;
What can I do? How do I stop the rain?