The Hidden Mentor

Don’t judge that, which you don’t understand
It just might devote unto you; be placed in your command
Don’t look down upon those who appear weak
For behind closed doors they practice influential ways to
speak
Don’t bury lies you refuse to contemplate
They will be brought to the surface, will soon
legislate 
Clothe yourself in chastity, clothe yourself in light
No room for the darkness that interrogates the night
Don’t underestimate the power in the humble
Nor the strength to be the change; the help to those who
stumble
For these will be the ageless, the ones on your behalf
will speak
Make the stubborn the willing; bring the nation to its
feet
A hand to the broken, the bread to the dying
The soft words to stop anger, perverse talk and end lying

So see the good in everything, for the little will grow
up
You never know much can change, when being brave becomes
enough 

Cold Eyes

Your eyes; the window to your mysterious soul
They speak to my heart; they dance through the untold
They sparkle when you laugh; flicker when you smile
They leave me feeling breathless; a feeling pronounced so
vital
An overtaking feeling consumes my weakened flesh
I’m falling faster than I’ve ever known; perhaps this was
a test
Your silence says more, than flawless words ever could
You’re feeling a type of high that leaves you sickened;
far from good
His one and only flaw; the one that leaves you lifeless
He’ll never feel the same way; his heart where the games’
mind is
You want to hate him wholly; you want to get revenge
But within his eyes he calls you, brings you back, time
again
Within the most sincere words, comes a glimpse of his smile
The type that knows he’s got you; in a state so sickly
vile
You try to get away, you struggle; it’s no use
Through his eyes he rips your heart, his power does he
misuse
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The Deadly Infliction

When it’s all disappeared and I’m laying face down
When I’ve become so talented I can do it without a sound
No one suspicious because not a soul knows
How deep this inner pain is, how damn far it goes
More pressing matters arise in your everyday
Not knowing that this sentence could be the last I ever
say
It’s been a year since I started; since that darkened
wicked day
I found a way to cope, a way to banish all my pain
My eyes are filled with tears, not from crying but from
process
I stand here dying slowing maybe it’s time to choose a
coffin
I rap my reddened face with a glossy vibrant bow
Curl my hair up tightly, in hope that no one knows
A band around my waist, bracelets on my wrists
Calling for my name, they beacon; did insist
Yesterday I saw a picture, one that had me silent
I took it of myself; in my eyes something violet
Why am I alone? They ask me everyday
It’s because I’m self inflicting and it’s time for me to
pay
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Over My Dead Body

Over my dead body do you stand over
breathing
A tear runs down your face my flesh forever
sleeping
Over my dead body do you curse into the
silence
Seems I made a pact; a deadly soul alliance
I fell in love with that, which placed me
under its knife
Wasn’t the first time, but the latter took
my life
Over my dead body does the condition taunt
you softly
Trying to inflict you, it speaks to you so
kindly
Over my dead body do you try to understand
Once named so beautiful; death written on
my hands
I wanted you to comprehend my harsh form of
abstinence
But now I'm gone, too little too late; I
never had the chanceOver

Exit-less Mansion

Appearance so different, so reminiscent, so far changed
Lips become more sealed, become more quiet; rearranged
Protecting those below me; accepting higher blame
Mind so undecided, is this truth or are these games?
In the silence, standing still; listening closely and
you’ll hear
Hiding in the darkness, don’t dare to breath; it’s far
too near
Which way is out; which way might I escape this misery?
All doors have no end, damn this sick mystery
Which way is out; where might I be put to sleep?
I can’t take this type of torment; I’m nearly at my peak
Holding on, but their casing me; I’m in a deadly dream
Hold me, hold me; my love has slowly turned on me
Do you hear the screams; the killing of their innocence?
Wanting me next; closing off every entrance
Not I, no, no, no; not I, no, no, no
Chain me in a place, so crazy I will grow
I shall escape; make no memories in this place
Don’t look in my eyes; you’ll see the wisdom in my face
With my last match, I’ve struck this dark with fire
Burning to the ground, my life; my thoughts were dire
 

King of Death

Death is calling me; it whispers my name
Taking what I’ve known, it makes it look insane
I don’t know this person underneath my skin
Don’t understand this type of darkness; it pours out
within
They taught me; they laugh while I struggle
Rape me of my innocence, upon my lips a deadly muzzle
What realm am I in? I’m being pulled out of the natural
Done with such evilness, anything but gradual
My blood drips off your lips, the only aspect of light
It sparkles in my DNA; all else remains out of sight
Scales on my eyes; I see illusion, I see error
Their lives placed in my hands; I remain sole bearer
You see something inside me; it offends you I sense
I try to uplift; you refuse to make amends
You are the King of your kind; the very head master
You’ve made me your target, and I know what you’re after
You’ve come to kill me, can’t deal with my kind
I’ve been created rare; I’ve been chosen and assigned
You can’t steal my calling; I will kill you off first
Unarm me you spirit, be gone and be cursed
©JennaLyn 30/10/11