Ripples of a soul
Touching mine
To find, to feel such joy–
There is nothing
Of eloquence in luck.
Only brutality
To be had
In coincidence.
Nothing of sustenance
In fate or destiny.
So, show me not the good side.
No best foot forward
Do I want to see.
We are damned and damaged all
From the emptiness
Of first impressions.
I care not to taste the beauty
Within your soul.
But I thirst for the darkness
Of all the monsters
You have hidden away.
Display for me
The ugliness of all your demons
Dazzle me with blackest diamonds shining
Within the soul of your devil’s self.
Then let me decide
Not by beauty dazed,
But by darkest of demon devils unfazed
To know and love you
Anyway.
Hearing The Mermaids Sing 