You cannot title her.
For she is not to be summed up.
She is to be unlimited and infinite.

If you are in charge
you will end up hurting
your own soul.

The rain falls onto the charcoal ground
The deepest and darkest of my thoughts weave their way through my mind
Circling like a hawk
Waiting to stab at the peacefullness welled up inside me
Longing to break the endless seams that hide the joyous emotions
The icy moon rises to begin it’s torture
And the darkness overwhelms me
Cracks appear throughout the barricade
The darkness continues it’s endless assault
My emotions inside struggle to keep the darkness at bay
My mind fights against itself
Eating itself up
Killing itself
Until finally, the darkness wins control

Baby,
you make most of your mistakes on white linen,
but Im laying on red rose petals.

Gushing through the wave of endless sorrow,
I lift my head to the sky and gaze.
Looking upon the void that left me in amusement,
I exclaimed, "stars do shine the brightest when we were in total darkness".

The words I write,
come with no crime.
Tapping away,
in a field of grey.

Imagination,
temptation,
and the need for acceptation.

It is a meditation.
Feeling everything,
letting the words come up
as I'm puking.

The words I write,
help me survive.
Not alone,
forever be known.