Time wraps it's hour hand around my neck, asphyxiating me
While the minute hand runs a dagger of reality through my temple and cuts me open
To spill the real consciousness of time, inside my head
I've been walking around bleeding out
With hope in my heart, pretending that love could last forever

Another Hedgehog dilemma.
Tongues in knots,
overflowing words make like lakes inside my mouth.
Slit my throat, ****** waterfalls pouring down my neck.
Spell all the things I don't dare to say.

I have stepped on the toes of the past.
I awoke a starving Titan.
Hungry for my present and future commodities.
Found myself struggling to stay alive in the belly of the beast.
I wish you were the  ache in my bones.
A little bit of medication is all need
To cure the pain you cause.
I keep writing the same chapter,
keep leafing the pages
To find myself staring at the same place.
Wolves are eating my limbs.
I bath them in black blood.
Retracing my steps as I leave a bleeding trail.
For the rest of the beast after my thoughts.

I feel like I've been walking underwater.
It's difficult to breath when you're sinking.
It's that much more difficile trying not to take oxygen for granted.
When you know you've been drowning for a while.

Silhouetted feathers, dipped in Unfathomable pain, rain inside my room.
And the monster under my bed has awoken again. Feeding on my mind and the emotions I emulate
His cold, dead, hands wrapped around my brain
I can hear his voice inside my head his wondering thoughts keep me cold like bed sheets

Sometimes I wonder
If these walls could speak
What would they say after catching wind of everything they've absorbed
When I yelled my rage, distress, and disbelief at them

Sometimes I wonder,
If this ceiling had eyes
could it see
Me in a bipolar state of mind
as I write in this notebook
my moments of sadness, malice, and agony

Sometimes I wonder
If these walls were alive
have I slowly been watching them die
As I stabbed them a million times
With my lingering thoughts

And if these walls could walk
Would they walk away and leave me here
In such a lonely world
laying in my bed drowning in this shame
Buried in bones
As the skeletons inside my closet
dance above my body, & soul
in this rain made of nostalgic feathers
And the monster under my bed has replaced the monster inside my head.

They say that hell is a repetition of the worse moments in your life.
If hell exist, I'm happy to say
I'll be seeing you when I'm dead

I sat here with solace on my mind as we watched the tides rise
And these memories feel like algae dissipating in the sea
We used to dare dangle our feet five centimeters off the water
Always scared to get our feet wet but never feared that we would get washed away

Sitting on bitter, corroding rocks as
You lay your head on my shoulder
And Whisper broken fragments of "I love you's"
Serenading me in all its woes
And Your eyes in tears
Like waterfalls drowning me
in all my regrets
My arms around your waist and I paused to take pictures and videos
Wishing I could fossilized this very moment forever

But then the storm came
As we yelled each other's faults and worst mistakes
This was the last thing I said
"I genuinely love you and I used to not believe in love but now I believe love gives life meaning
And In some other dimension
There's a world where we end up together and that's the world I wish I lived in but they call that science fiction for a reason."
And the sun sets the same way my heart sinks and I used to feel so alive in this place.

Your love came in waves
Drifting in currents trying to survive
Your love became whirlpools
We pushed, we pulled, & intertwine.
Your love came in waves.

We were two weird birds of the same feathers.
One melancholy morning,
you decided to break my wings.
I reciprocated by
poking holes in your chest.
Our love felt mellifluously ephemeral.
Like our favorite memory in a distant yesterday.
We glide eloquently in elegance with no sense of direction.
As you stained my cloudy skies with a craving for disparage lust.

Why is it that at the end of the road.
Is where we tend to find what we're longing for ?

Nostalgia restrings like kites back to you
You've ran out of arrows to shoot me down with and I used to be the string in your bow that held you together
Now I'm just another passing target
you wounded, ****, and left in derelict

Writers block struck a chord
I swallowed my hand holding the pen
It traveled down to my stomach
The ink spilled, it mixed with last nights alcohol and made me *****
Now my hands on the floor
Covered in my regrets
I'm leaking creativity from the holes in my liver, not in my head.