The body needs the mind,
but the mind does not need the body.
The body is a graveyard
for all your lost thoughts.
for those who died on the battlefield
of imagination and hope.
And those who survived,
Will haunt you forever.
- Christina Rosa A.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
You're not a fallen angel in this
Pandemonium called life.
You're an outcast like the rest of us,
Trying to survive.
- Christina Rosa A.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
But darling, who will clean the blood from your arms and the war paint from your face?
Your mum thinks it's nothing and your father can't even pronounce your name.
Tell me, darling, is the blood on your arms worth all the pain?
- Christina Rosa A.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Borrow me your eyes
So I can see what you see
When you look at me
Do you see the monster
Inside of me?
Do you see the darkness
Consuming me?
Or do you just recognise the person
You want me to be?
- Christina Rosa A.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Let’s go down the rabbit hole
to a land we’ve never known
Let the colours of the wind
guide us to the land of sin
For all the sinners and the saints
whom have thrown their lives away
There’s a place for the wicked and insane
the ones who don’t find shelter from the rain
The lost who yet need to be found
The ones who can’t pick themselves up from the ground
The loved and hated find each other
In this place that is not like any other
There is a place for all we know
That place is down the rabbit hole.
- Christina Rosa A.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC