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\...White sheets with smiling faces,
bodies tightly bound--
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Near daily I’m reminded of you,
(of how far away you are)
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You say you want my secrets,
but do you know what you ask?
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Surrounding me, burning me
with eyes of flaming red--
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I am the one who cries every night—
the tortured girl who cannot find the light—
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Disgracing humanity with the spark of her life,
and trying to imagine life without this cloud
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Loneliness engulfs me—I yearn for love’s embrace—
but gone am I from your mind’s eye; now I can plainly see
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I always knew it was too good to be true,
and now I’m left to watch my life
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Mind warped with conflicting desires—
do I struggle against this, or jump into the fire?
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Chickens are tasty and mooses delicious.
I am so bored--let's go swim with the fishes.
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I came to a realization today.
Thoughts ripped themselves
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The moon's sharp rays are dripping down upon me
as I stare at this blank, indifferent screen
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I can still remember the day
when I found out about her lies—
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Last night I dreamed of you…
and it startled me
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Shatter the glass—spill the precious liquid—
and destroy the venomous substances
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What can sate Love's cruel irony?
Perhaps I need just a little taste
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Hazy shadows are swirling around,
drifting, covering my mind in a haze—
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Whispering amongst themselves in the quiet class
as they yearned to learn the truth of this day—
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So began my journey through the night—
‘twixt darkened paths and shadows of the moon—
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It just hasn't been the same
since the day that Fortune raped me...
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What dream is this,
and will it stay?
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There you are…
my little girl—
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Picking up the pieces
of her broken heart—
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The sky is bathed is fire today,
bleeding from unseen wounds—
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My haven is gone—
I have nowhere to turn.
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I gaze into the mirror,
and all I see is her staring back at me.
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Blindly screaming--nails ragged and bleeding
from trying to climb up this indomitable wall.
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Screams swallowed by dark Night’s tears,
a depressive’s lament is burdened with fears—
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Anger...
and not just any kind.
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Ever feel the need to talk,
but no one is there to listen?
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Strange that all I can remember
with great clarity and detail
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Fury’s touch ruptures my fragile soul
And now I’m left in isolation;
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