what are they?
Pearls of the sky?
Or the tears of an aerial maiden?
Whatever they are
They're beautiful

The bliss of solitude
So beautiful
The chaos of madness
So appealing

I wish no one in this world was sad
Then I remembered
*there's nothing called a free lunch

Others were born to happiness and light
I.. I was made to walk in eternal night..

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.

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.