Another day, another excuse to die ( Read more... )

When one world ends ( Read more... )

And now, curled up, locked inside

I ponder what I must have done

My tone, a failed serenade

I wonder what I must have sung

What I must have wished, become

What I must have had before

That's brought me to where I am

All the things I've passed along

All the things that passed me by

All within the past, but now

All part of my constant thought

Locked ( Read more... )

In the hardest of pressure
In the darkest of shadows
In the most deprived of atmospheres
In the deepest of depths in what I once was drowning
I, not I, but the I that dies inside
And no longer has eyes for what I now see
I now see what of me has surfaced
In fragments, do they struggle
Choked by the pressure, the lack of breath
Blinded by the lack of light ( Read more... )

There’s nothing else I feel I can do, nothing really I know how to say

No ways in which I can comfortably speak to you, and you, and you as well

At times, an overwhelming sense of lust, perhaps even love

Still so blurred and indistinguishable after all these years

Floods my eyes with what continue to be dry tears

Tears that I will not yet allow ( Read more... )

(I suppose I should include some of the old before I move onto the new...)