I can't tame this longing. Loneliness is its sustenance. A brilliant supernova - the collision of two souls - is what my heart desires. The surge of energy to replenish the dead wilderness of its shattered expanses. A bolt of lightning to rejuvenate the sparks of feelings I can only dream will someday return. Yet so spectacular are these phenomena, more so are they temporary - vanishing from existence in mere seconds, leaving only devastation in their wake. So while I thirst after the new life that I so wish would fill my soul once more, would new life not soon give way to death? Would I not end up right where I currently stand, filled with the same monotonous longing for that which will only destroy me again?
crystalline hatred an obstruction in my veins it pumps through my heart, more familiar than my own crimson blood. the black of hatred. despicable, that's what you are how do you live with yourself? they say "forgive, forget" but I can't muster up that sort of grace i wish I could just erase everything that created this hate but over time the lies they crystallize and the pain brings no gain only more rainy days and I long for freedom but how can love radiate through my being if the hatred remains not sugar but salt crystalline hatred.
Golden threads Of skilfully incarcerated flesh Woven webs Across a flawless expanse Of skin Tiger stripes She earned them One for every day of pain One for every step she took away From him Stripes of battle Stripes of war Too little butter Too much bread Skin stretched across her being Like priceless art An all consuming unfulfilling overflowing emptiness Only fully represented in each mark
weightless water dripping, dripping onto skin. the first shower fragile and refreshing, not yet enough to wear you thin. water not so weightless, sharper than a million pins, slowly but surely piercing, chipping away within. water wearing wounds for each blemish on your being, tearing down what you have built, wanting higher, better things. water waves crushing the soul held together with strings, a drowning suffocation disguised as the prize you must win. water in my airways. water in my lungs. water drowning my will to live, punishment for what I have not done. weightless water dripping, dripping through my soul. for a thousand ceaseless drops are heavy enough to make a hole.
each word he said was like a solid brick unto her mind so she built a golden tower and climbed its stairs into the sky. with each word she made it higher the prized possession of her heart its golden bricks creating sunshine warm enough to heal his scars. but when the bricks began to crumble the tower tumbling to the floor she saw that all his words were debris of his own and nothing more. she thought that he'd destroyed her but it was all inside her head for it was what she had created that ended up killing her instead.
sometimes to stay alive you've got to **** your mind, cause the monsters in your head are bigger than any in real life. what's a battle without fear? what's a war without some doubt? what's a scream from your two lungs when your mind feels twice as loud? would you ever have to fight without the thoughts that fill your head? maybe your greatest ally is your greatest enemy instead.