Scared.
Moments are scary.
The moments that catch your breath,
Paused.
Motionless time.
Feel the air in your lungs.

Love.
Love is scary.
Consuming potential destruction.
Breathe.
They love you.
Let yourself give in.

Words.
Words are terrifying.
They're either nothing or everything.
analyse.
They mean it, don't they?
Don't take it to heart.
They're broken..

Faith.
It's not always there.
We search for hope in something higher,
but only when we believe.
Hold on, give it time.
even if it's not there.

Me.
I'm scared.
I don't believe, I bail.
when things get rough it's better to run.
Protect myself of oncoming damage.
I'm broken..

Sorry.
moments are scary.
feel the air in my lungs
but when i breathe, it's trauma.
Unbearable pain.
Suffocation.
...

Breathe in, breathe out
the pain is all the same.
Faith stained, i'm not the same
Yet people choose to believe in me.
Why?
Meaner, Darker
Could care less about the feelings.
You let the past get in the way,
critique for the way I recover.
So?
Am i void and empty?
Simply because i'm not pretty inside
have I disappointed your old reflection?
I'm actually good. I can't help it if you're tilted.
Before.
bright and bold, Loved by everybody.
Made mistakes that penetrated deep
but now standing before you
redesign, a newer model.
Cold.
Me. You. It's still the same
Hard times, times are troubled
Shield themselves to save the truth
Run. Gun.
Metaphorically.
Strong and confident, in and out
Bare and hallow leaves a mark
With every breath I still hurt
don't toy with it.
I'm done.

Paranoia..
You've got me figured out.

Paranoia..
Come now, you're much too loud.

Paranoia..
Too hard to live without.

Paranoia..
Spelled out with capital letters.

Imagine..
It starts to get louder.

Imagine..
Your body talks.

Imagine..
It shakes, it rattles your bones.

King..
You're Methodical, sleuthed in silence.

King..
You've got me figured out.

King..
Check mate.

Rain,
Pure.
Sea,
Pure.
Tears.
.. Broken

Ring,
Fight.
Hands,
Fight.
Passion.
.. Empty

Tree,
Life.
Air,
Life.
Breath.

.. Gone

When the leaves turn over
you won't be here..
the breeze bristles, stings against the skin.
Wind solemly echoing, something that's pinned.

As the day leaves and the night folds over,
the presence once here is missing..
with saddened eyes and a salted cheek,
the tides roll without the lul to catch the needed beat.

when the year passes and people move on
you'll be inbedded in their memories..
Name in a frame by the candle vigil,
Forever missed by the people you left.

When the leaves turn over...
Our favourite time of year...
My heart will ache for the person missed,
Yet someday i'll move on too.

It's a bittersweet feeling as the illusion seeps through.
Red runs, dribbles, streaks;
travels into the distance.
Crimson molds and darkens the stem,
corrupts the root of all that is numb.
The river flows between the northern mountains,
one catastrophy laid to rest after another.
Water dilutes the strength of pain.
also washes it away.
Another layer, dose me up
The illusion helps to breathe it out.
Black drops of intensity,
the final touch
maybe this will get the pain to stop...
Gaze at its beauty,
wash it away,
start all over; it's the only way.
Dip the pallette just once more,
Down the leg,
exile the pain.
It's all i'm asking for..