I broke my heart today.
Left it in the dirt, shattered.
Who needs one anyways?
Love always leaves you scattered.
My light has left me once again.
The darkness is my only friend.
I don't need light's deductibles,
Without friends, I'm indestructible.
My river is flowing away
With my blood and dreams.
Nothing is ever here to stay.
Not even my many queens.
All I want in life is to be alone.
Gone without the temptation.
They've turned me into a stone
Worthy of fragmentation.
Everybody wants only lust,
And never ever true love.
I've built in deep mistrust
To leave behind just dust.
Allow me some time to play with your mind.
For your feeble thoughts have kept you blind.
Look into my thoughts of morbid mental vane.
I am entering your soul now, you feeling empty pain.
The deepest crypts within your dreams
swallow up your wretched heart,
and drown its pulsing gleam.
Then, when your twisted heart
so venomously does subside...
the poisoned blood runs cold,
as evil takes over pride.
I leave your tortured mind with great disgust.
For evil has consumed you.
Your fate I mustn't lust.
© Crystal Eriskson
No arguments were made
or evidence exposed
convincing bad assumptions
turned the open sign to closed
If that is all it takes
baseless suspicion, fear and doubt
perhaps thats the sign you're looking for
the one that lets you out
There's been no misinformation
no vagueness and no lies
but every now and then
I see doubt creep in your eyes
I can't help you solve this issue
only you choose who to trust
but there's no relationship without it
you can't get by on lust.
As for me well I trust everyone
until they show me I should not
better that than throw it all away
over something soon forgot
It really doesn't matter
what she says,
most of it is bullshit
She learned it
when she vowed
never to trust again.
And in that process,
creating broken hearts
became a habit
she thrived on.
She will never change
& they will never be the same.
They promised to keep their lips sealed.
Somehow her secret was still revealed.
The hallway divides.
People starring, lining both sides.
*No! No! No!*
She needs to move, to disappear, to leave, she's screaming to herself: *Go! Go! Go!*
*Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck....They know! They know! They know!*
She's crying now, her tears are set to full flow.
'You're only as sick as the secrets you keep.' Yeah, that rings a bell.
You're only as sick as the secrets you tell.
Now that one applies as well.
The muck I made
stuck to me boots
water and soil, I grow roots,
enough to stay put in one place,
look me in the eye, and stare me in the face,
dare to go where your dare takes you, a disgrace,
to cleanse this vessel soiled,
by those who toil,
with evil in their hearts,
sparks that start,
let them believe they are actually alive,
it is sad,
it is me that has to break it to them,
it is they who have died to the truth,
it is the circle they surround themselves
that has drowned them
it is the honest life that has left them behind;
bereft without hope...
they will fall away,
they have gone astray,
from what it is to be human.
Drama drama everywhere, only salty tears to drink.
Don't treat me like the animal, you have become.
It is a misadventure.
When I was 6, I never doubted that everything would turn out okay. Bad things happened to bad people and that was the only logic my brain could fathom.
When I turned 7, my mother mistakenly punished me for something my brother did.
I guess it started there.