Misery.Its dark,I'm lost,my demonsno longer guide me.Burn a lightand try tofind me.
Fallen.I wonder how many tearsLucifer has shed,when he sees the scars on his backand remembers he once possessed wings.Probably still less than mewhen I look at your memoriesand see the hollow spacefrom where you cut me out.
Horology.Like a clock,you said you'd waitforever,but I forgotto replace the battery,now you'rebroken.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
They Call This Drowning.We fell in love;A deep and surgingwatercolor seawith lilac waves thatwrestled with our ailingbodies,and azure air that choked ourlungs.We were in over our heads.
Preparation.Tell mebefore you pull the trigger,I want my last wordsto be something to remember.
Roses Can Change.White roses make youcrybecause they remind youof him.To see you smileand take the painfrom your eyes,I'd prick each of myfingertipsand drip my bloodonto each velvet petalthat adorns the snaking vineso that the red roseswill make you thinkof me.
Arachnophobia.You caught mein your webof liesspun oh so carefully,in such a prettypattern.When you lured me,all tangled upand trapped,you whispered your venomin my earsand injected your poisoninto my heart.I never hated spiders,until I metyou.
With Every Beat of your HeartHis eyes were stormingI was drowning in the blueNo life raft in reachHis heartbeat a metronomeThat guided me toward the shore
Story Time.You are an open bookIn a language that I cannotRead.
KidsWe're just kids, that grew up too fast.Due to expectations and isolations.Adaptations, illustrations, separations.It's not how it used to be.I wonder will it last?One words replies,No surprise,Now it's lies, cries, guys and skinny thighs.Oh I despise, but I'll advise,Do not trust a soul.Blasting music in our ears,Hiding from the sneers and leers,They're picking on the queers.Aren't they our peers?Alone, and other feelings I've never known.Upgrade your phone.Dye your hair a darker tone.Wear cologne and dig the drone.Welcome to the cool zone.Background chatter,Break and clatter.Always saying,"I'm fine." or "it doesn't matter."Am I flatter or fatter?Definitely the latter.Watch my heart shatter,And the pieces scatter.Cause we're just kids, who grew up too fast.Due to expirations and deprivations.Situations, innovations, realizations.It's not like it used to be.Now we're an outcast.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
...and everytime i flipthroughthese empty pages,alli can seeare the blankstares glaringbackat me.[i have nothing to say .]
...you've got the rain following youaround like a sad tunedancing atop of cloudsthecrows are loosingfeathers likepetalsoff of flowers.[it's melancholy .]
...i'd like to see the stars, falland kiss themoon.i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glowinto a million little pieces, andscatteracross the seas.one day, these lights will goout; one day, that wish will cometrue.[shut your eyes and imaginethe end]
16 knocks on wood1.the moon disappears every 28 days.it wanes & waxes in fractions; it's smartenough to not try everything at once.2.i have been taught that every 7 years,the cells in my body will die & be born again.this means the moon will vanish & reappear 91 timesbefore i will have skin free of your fingerprints.3.Proud Lake is located in Commerce, Michigan. at the crack of dawn,you can find a boy with a gravel & honey voice casting fishinglines into the abyss. you will wonder if he'll catch a good one.4.time knows no boundaries;just benevolence that doesn't always work out.5.once, when i was 2 years old, i choked on the leaf of a mulberry tree.not every seed bears good fruit.sometimes, something is so beautiful that you can't breathe.sometimes, you won't even try.6.my palm is roughly the size of a nectarine.in Chinese culture, nectarines symbolize mutationand mutation is a change in structure.i still don't know what my hands are trying to tell me.7.a boy named Joshua tol
NightmaresI don't want to fall asleepI can't bare to close my eyesI can't stand what's inside my headBe it made of truth or lies'Cause when I fall asleepThe nightmares take placeThe worst things I can imagineScarier than any screaming faceIn my dreamsI see you thereBut you're hurting me on purposeAnd you don't seem to careI see you with other girlsAnd you look so happyAnd I'm stood there screamingTelling you it should be meBut you're not listeningYou're too busy having funI can't get away from what I'm seeingNo matter how much I try to runI'm seeing you with girlfriendsI've never even heard ofTelling them they're beautifulAs I start to sobThen I wake up in the darkAnd I'm lying here aloneWith no one here to comfort meJust me on my ownYou may think the worst part is overBut it's only just begun'Cause when I go back to sleepI know I'll have another oneNightmares that leave me cryingWhen I wake up in bedWishing every nightThat they would stay out my headBut I kno
LungsMaybe ifour lungsexhaled moneyinstead ofcarbon dioxide,we'd valuelifea little more(or maybe we'd just go broke).
You KnowI loved my mum, butI hated it when she gave me the silent treatmentit always felt like I was Pompeiiand she was Mt Vesuvius.But unlike the doomed cityI managed to survivethe inevitable eruption.The fire and ashstill left its mark of courseI just grew an asbestos qualityas I got older.But even volcanoes aren’t immortal.They can go dormant at a moment’s noticesome like to make drama of itsome get the fireworks out and grab everyone’s attentionbut not Mt Vesuvius.She just lay quietly in the bathroom.Silencedlike when you plug your ears with your fingersto stop the sound getting inMt Vesuvius was plugged by a brain haemorrhageto stop anything from getting out.You knowI loved my mum, butI hated it when she gave me the silent treatment.
PsychoI see what isn't thereNo one yells yet I can hearThe silence screams my nameNo one can feel my painInside I'm a messOutside I try my bestHappiness made of plasticOverly dramaticSurrounded by the nightI see faces and try to fightI close my eyes and yell, "GO!"Everyone's a little psychoA person inside my headOn panic it is fedRed, the color of fearThe monsters draw nearScars on my armsI beg and it harmsJust let me beOne day I'll be freeI curl up and cryAll I want is to dieI've become my own foeEveryone's a little psycho.
Red ScreamsSmiling at me, shiny silver teethBegging my wristFor one chasteKiss.Grinning at me, that evil smirkMaking my heart poundGoing berserk.So sharp soGoodI know ICouldAnd really IWouldBecause IShould.Arm’s too full of bloodOf scarsFrom attempts toJoin the stars.Photo album ofRuby caressesMy diary of myCrimson lamentShowing oneStatement;I am stillAlive.
Color Me Dead.I'm tired,the kind that sleepcan't fix.I need somethingstronger,a type of restthat last longer.