it's useless,
i screamed to my self
this indulgence of
lies, needs to stop

rain drops in an ocean
don't mean a thing
there is only illusions--no,
delusions that awaits

a phantom reality
that conquers dreams
rendering me spineless,
i cannot stay this way

you are beautiful,
but these clues are just
drops of bloods and
the word sorry, scribbled out

love, had made me
a weapon of
destruction

righteousness coursing
in my vein as the
ground burns where ever
i walked

love had turned me
into a monster

yet
in the blood
splattered mirror
i only see

a fool

i wanted to
own happiness
keep it close to
my heart, and
never let go

not realizing that
you can never be
happy all the times
because

happiness is itself,
free

there is a prayer
in saying
nothing

but true salvation
lies in letting your
opinion
color the world

words are often
hard to reach
says too much
but not enough

carry tsunamis
between
each syllables
yet

too often,
we play water guns

You are a cavity
filled with whirlpools
a cancerous repetition of nebulas
pirouetting to a tone
you do not understand
any longer

there is no smile nor frown
only frozen veins,
traced to the point of
eternality,
fragile in its familiarity

tears do not have any place here
so you bleed it inside and
endure the frost bite

a never ending winter
who had forgotten its lover
shivering despite the
numbness
spreading like a forest fire

they say that there is no cold,
only the absence of
warmth

she cries
as they paint her
with blood from sacrifices

womb numb from
too much swords
unwanted,
yet bestowed
as if it is
a gift

her hand was shackled
to a pedestal
wreathed with flowers
back arched in
pain

they watched
as the earth stifled
her cries

bowing down
when she was
buried in the ground