Once we shared paradise, Childlike and wide-eyed, but your heart paled and in a hateful fever of lies - In a storm of sorrow- You left our love out to Die- Dry... I meant dry. It's not dead Only dormant. I know because I still love you.
Even the Walls
Even the walls are telling me to turn around- Yelling, Screaming- Like the voices in my head, Demanding. I am wrong But you don't understand I do not know how to be right.
I Swallowed the World
They didn't notice I swallowed the world today. They will tomorrow.
Oh, how romantic!
Oh, how romantic! Sitting at the window pane Realising that life Isn't all it's cracked up to be. You must all aspire to be me. You've even got it raining; The droplets running down the glass Much like the tears on our faces. Careful, don't get too excited, You might make yourself smile And we… Continue reading Oh, how romantic!
Don't worry, I'll colour myself in. I do not need such a thing as an Artist To fill in my lines. I will leave them blank Until the time is right.
Is That Called Love?
You're turning Black and white to colour, Ripping through shreds of paper To find the truth. You won't find it now It was burned long ago But the ashes still exist in my chest If you'd like to rip that open too And see for yourself. Go ahead, Crack each of my ribs And leave… Continue reading Is That Called Love?
I like to draw my demons As little figurines; Little cartoon monsters, Small and cute and green.
Against The Fire
Against the fire- Sinister and wanting- I seduce, Unafraid, But seeing the light From dreams Which are unknown. Unlearning my past; Unable to stop.
A Trace of Bitterness
A trace of bitterness In whose cold arms, the lovers Forget to go home.
It's like looking in on a Perfect scene from a Mile away. The colors on her skin From that sunset, Make her look sixteen again. It's the ripped, blue jeans, The same tatty shoes, Standing at my front door, Looking up at a sky I used to know; Roaming a town I used to own.