They say love heals all.
It doesn't.
They same time heals all.
It shouldn't.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
There is a person
Who has feelings
Who is troubled
Who does not deserve to die
There is a person
Who makes me sad
Who makes me mad
Who does not deserve to die
There is a person
Who I want to hurt
Who I want to put in the dirt
Who deserves to die
He reminds me of myself
He can never be me
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
The Dove flies through
Gets trapped in gates
The Raven comes out
Gets ignored
The Dog runs through
Gets trapped in the gates
The Wolf comes out
Gets ignored
The man walks through
Gets trapped in the gates
The Man comes out
Gets ignored
The Gates of Hell
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
Mountains is the dead skin
Upon a once red surface
Come on in
To the cigarette lips
Gravel is the breath
Sometimes shaky
Come on in
To the cigarette lips
Murky is the soul
Once you touch them
Come one in
To the cigarette lips
And join us in infinity
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
A long time ago
A joker lived here
A long time ago
A fool lived here
The Joker struck the fool
The fool fell aghast
The Joker watched his tears
The fool was not crying
The fool struck the joker
The joker jumped away
The fool cried at his laughs
The joker was crying
A long time ago
The Joker has died
A long time ago
The Fool has cried
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
There once was a painter
He painted so much
The painter didn't talk so much
He painted over words
There once was a painter
He talked so much
The painter didn't paint so much
He had finally died
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
I am an addict
And it is so real
I am an addict
And they think it is bad
Little do they know
It is the last thing I feel
Little do they know
I am addicted to sad
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
I like to look behind me
And to gaze at all of done
And to find I've left a shadow
And to remember all the fun
As bright as my life
And as dark as my shadow
And as my shadow follows me
And as I see it grow
My shadow comes hungry
And I feed it all my sins
And I now look at my shadow
And I seem to see me
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
The prisoners do not speak
Their jumpsuits scream in orange
Help me
The color so flamboyant
The guards do not speak
Their uniforms scold in blue
No talking
The colors are true
The warden does not speak
His prison mumbles in gray
Suicide
But the colors have already died
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC