I can give you sleepless nights,
Waste hours by a silent phone;
Helpless to the hungry ache,
So desolate and so alone.

I can well the tears at a word;
Make you writhe at a single glance;
I’m the puppeteer plucking the strings;
So dance, little victim, dance!

I am the taste of purest misery,
The dry sobs in each burning breath;
The executioner, careless of your cries,
As you squirm under sentence of death.

I am the loss of your last best hope;
The end of freedom or the will to live;
I can prostrate you hapless in the dirt,
As I take all that you’re able to give.

I can make you beg to end your life;
I can teach the meaning of despair;
I am the theme of all your nightmares;
The antithesis of all that is fair.

They say I make the world go round;
I am everyone’s cherished desire;
I am love, but I say to you: beware!
For I burn with hell’s fiercest fire.

Why then, do you still welcome me in?
Is it because one thing more is true,
And puts me at your mercy as well?
Yes, it’s because I also love you."

A less than simple love song
By Melis

Who am i? is the wrong question. What am i? is even worst. The two basic yet in their own way complex, most often asked questions and answered within an introduction. If you're going to ask who and what, then change it, ask, Who do i believe in to be a true artist? What is it i hope to accomplish in my life? Who has inspired me and given me reason to be? What would life be like, with or without...? If in the least you are going to ask questions, then let it be these, do not ask me who i am because i am still in the middle of my life's book with no explanations and no end in sight. Do not ask me what i am for at any one point, i can never be sure, i am not enigma or a complex puzzle, i am simply me, a poet, an artist...a person. But please, do ask questions, for without questions, where then do we get our answers?