Your love was bright, nebolous and tore through me,
I think about you, and what we could be,
But you chose to burn me to the ground,
I try and escape, your memories, your sound,
Something new might grow,
Something different, that which I did not know,
For now, I am stuck picking up what is left
I choose to burn my bridges,
Feel my imperfections, my cracks and ridges,
You, a paper fire, turned me to ash,
But I will rise, from the ground,
Unabashed.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
It felt good, the pain,
Relentless hardships, without any gain.
Not anymore.
Time to reset the clock,
Step out of the comfort of the generic flock.
This is me, dug up from the earth.
This is, Rebirth.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
You never knew how much I loved you
I never asked much; just that you don't harm the one person I loved more than myself.
you.
Why didn't you think of me when you put the blade to yourself?
Why did you think I would survive that?
I now roam this abyss an empty shell
Treasuring the memories you gave me
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
The bliss of solitude
So beautiful
The chaos of madness
So appealing
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
Heed my advice
For I am the last thing you shall see
I am the one who created this world
And I am the one who shall end it
My word is law; my judgement is final.
Demons don't just come from hell
They live within us all.
Heed my advice
For I am the means of your liberation.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
My feet go cold as I stare at the abyss
A sickening feeling in my gut
It's time to return
But am I ready?
Treading on this isolated path
Is there any return from this madness?
As the darkness envelopes me
I feel a sense of security... knowing there lies
something beyond this intermission
called life.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Do you know why, as we grew up we stopped looking for demons in the closet?
Not because we became more mature, no.
We finally realised they were in us.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
I wish no one in this world was sad
Then I remembered
there's nothing called a free lunch
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC
It isn't where you're from that matters
its what you do that does
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
My body is broken
My dark past makes it hard to breathe
The ghost of old mistakes made
Haunt me.
They are all I see when I look into the mirror
I carry my broken heart, all that flows through my veins
Is darkness. Poison that others think is blood.
My face is a ragged mess; the dark circles and mouth twisted into a scowl
Shows that I am done.
I can only hope that
Death shall be a release.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC