The Voice

The Voice

The voice still ringing in his ears,

Still the roaring rage hidden inside of him,

Screamed at a decibel that only the animals could hear 

Breaking everything that he had built,

A man who had lived his life for his science, 

Trying to find ways to make the world a better place, 

Humble than any human being alive, 

Soft spoken and always had a kind gaze whenever he looked. 

Studying everyone that passes him,
As if he is trying to remember someone from the crowd,
Trying to make sure if that face is there in reality,
Or just a figment from his imagination.

With his eyes turning black as if the devil had possessed his soul,
He wandered throughout the town,
Wreaking every soul from the face of the earth,
Trying hard to find someone to control him

She stood there in fear,
Looking at the mayhem that he had left behind,
From the man he once was,
To a monster that he had become.

Her heart was always in his hands,
The life that they had created,
Was left in shambles,
The eyes still had those lost expression as if they were asking her for help.

Destroying every bit of life,
That he had built for her,
Just in search for her to hold him down,
And bring him back to life,

She couldn't resist living life,
Knowing that he would live in misery and rage forever,
As if he was asking her to resurrect his soul,
Only to wonder if she was the one who would only keep him in control.

She pulled him up towards her,
Trying to control his staggering steps,
Only her voice now breaking through the barriers of his rage,
But he never knew that the knife would pierce him through.

She pulled him off from his misery,
And he was right to know,
That no matter how powerful his rage was,
Her eyes would be dangerous than his angered soul.

Singing him a lullaby,
With a lone tear dropping from her eye,
Asking him to forgive her,
Because with his soul she can't survive,
As the monster in him was slayed,
He looked at her with his lifeless eyes,
Sometimes love is not what saves you,
Sometimes it is the one that destroys you 

This Is What it Takes

This Is What It Takes

As today I take the stand;
and see you the opposite side,
Taking the blows for our failures, 
With every accusation I take.

I saw the shallowness in your eyes, 
The love we had fading into the smoke of doubt, 
Why did it had to be this way, 
In public airing our dirty laundry. 

I remember the first time we met each other, 
In the bar when I was surrounded with bodies, 
But was all alone in the sea of the crowd, 
You had me at that moment when you smiled at me.

Each day we couldn't let a day go by, 
Without talking to each other,
Both of us knew what we had was distinctive, 
Hours we used to spend with each other without a flinch. 

Now as years have passed, 
Our perfect fairytale shattered, 
The divorce was evident, 
But we tried to fight it. 

The hours of therapy down the drain, 
The late night dinners are just a fragment of our life, 
You had a total eclipse of my heart, 
Now the with the shadow disappearing. 

All I can think is how to keep you happy, 
To keep that dove like eyes to stop casting its spell upon me, 
You had taken everything from my soul to my body, 
And as we write the final chapter to our book. 

I am left here thinking, 
What I had done to transform the tender little heart, 
Poisoned with hatred, 
And as I see you go out of the court, 
Leaving me for one final time, 

You would know I would always love you, 
And to see that smile that won me over, 
I guess it had to be this way to see you happy, 
I guess this is what it takes.