Devil's Own

When the rest of the world epitomises purity.

I embrace darkness in all its glory.

When they worship light and all thats bright.

I worship darkness and all it's blight.
When the rest of the world wants to be an angel.
I end up being the devil's own.
From a Sarah to a Judas, what a change indeed.
From radiant white roses to wrists that bleed.
Its a game I play with the rest of the world.
Thick and fast when the accusations are hurled.
But when I rest in my Hades at last,
Snow would touch me with its white frost.
God will judge me for what is the truth.
Until then I will be the Devil's own.

Taste of a Woman

Tears that are salty,

Music that scalds the mind.

Kisses that are sloppy,

Poesy that I cant find.

Laughter that is irreverent,

Tears that are hot.

Love that is fleeting.

Lectures which I heed not.

Words that tug at my mind,

Fear that is omniscient.

Anger that I cant find.

Anxiety that grips my throat.

Leaving behind a girl most whimsical.

Becoming a woman nevertheless is liberating.