They say energy cannot be created or destroyed,
simply poured out into another person.
A shared cycled of movement.

Keep it kinetic,
or it'll never reach its potential.

It is to be ..
Shared wisely -
Never to be graced upon forces darker than your own.
Valued highly -
Gifted upon the likes of a throne.
And held tightly-
Where you can feel it down to your bone.

Energy is a man's life force.
The power behind every thought & action,
bringing forth like energy-
in the law of attraction.

I can't stop thinking of it
How the razor feels so cool in my hands
Fitting so perfectly between the grip of finger and thumb
How it appears from nothing
Pink
to
Bright red
Beads of blood pooling along the fine line of open flesh
The cold burn of alcohol
The soreness and sting with every step

I can't stop thinking of his blood
What if mine looked like that one day
How strangely romantic it would be
to bleed out the hurt together

I woke up craving it
He kisses me hard before I leave him behind in my dreams
It does not hurt during
Only after
perhaps these dreams are much like razors

I woke up craving to open myself up
clavicle to stomach
pour myself out over white sheets
the stains wont come out
My mom would throw them away

The place where i once felt safe
has grown teeth and a devious grin
come in my friend, while I chew you like gum
and spit you out when the sweetness has subsided

Last night I was wondering,
If we were alright...
But looking through these past scenes
Just made me want to cry.

I kept repeating them in my head,
To find where's the problem.
Sadly, I couldn't find
But there has to be a way to solve them.

Has it been easy for you?
Not really, so far...
Listen here, carefully
Stop breaking my heart.

Stop killing my soul
And burning my eyes...
Let's take a break,
I can't keep with these lies.

Maybe it's my fault,
It was my choice to be with you.
You stole me from myself
But now go do, what you gotta do.

Leave me here alone,
I promise I won't cry.
Delete my number of your phone,
There's no place for You and I.

I am done fighting.
I am done struggling.
I am done.

There is nothing, no strength.
There is nothing, no willpower.
There is nothing.

I let myself fall,
something otherworldly I hear
but I feel no fear,
it's darkness's call.

I let go of all,
and still I fall.

A long sought sensation,
I now am darkness's creation.
I indulge into the depths,
as they welcome me
a part of them to be.

I let go of all,
and still I fall.

I am darkness.
I am depression.
I am.