I live and
I breathe
music
It is my
soul
The very essence  
of my being
The main ingredient
To tie together
A lifetime
Of madness.



It is the
Warm blooded warrior
That destroys my
Depression
The
Agile archer
That
Annihilates anxiety




The only
Way to
Save me
From myself
Is to lose
Myself
In it’s
bittersweet
symphony
Until the
Coda finally
Ends

toxic
Where ever you may be let there be solicitude. Clear all other moods my dear. a sensitivity you took for granted. All the ******* you ranted. Still all is forgiven, but not forgotten. As my inner demons want to see you rotting. this battle inst over yet, let compassion fill your heart; before all is to late an ripped apart. you had my sympathy but forget my empathy. Let off the deep end, descend my ill minded friend. i know this is hard to comprehend. quite useless indeed. just heed the warning because we may not see the next morning my friend. peace cease to rest as for your no longer here, just a mirror i broke.  so evoke or choke on this toxic air. as its seems harder to bare.   to everyone who thinks differently or indifferently i wish you all well. as i step through hell watching from the inside out.. endless route. i now walk in solitary, that this wont end through any

promissory i held.  ashes fades to grey.  only to feel betrayal to watch all vanish away.

  X.x ftw an FML

Her powerful grace, and her torrent of waves-
They collapse me onto my scarred knees,
bearing my head down low, submerging it beneath the surface.
She somehow willingly heals my past scars, and as she does,
gives me a warning that future ones may hurt just the same.
With bated breath, my mouth breaches the barrier, and I tell her that as long as I don't drown alone, I'm willing to take the risk.

You were my friend
My best friend
We saw the same
Thought the same
Loved the same
That was the problem.
When they came
I loved them
More then most
But you did too
They chose you
Without knowing,
My heart was breaking
The two people I loved most
Ripping my soul apart
I still love you both
But my love is a little broken
Just like me

It's really not fair
My interest in you
Solely based on the fact
You're a poor
But occasionally on target
Reminder
Of someone
I used to know
I'm not looking for you
I'm looking for a memory of
Someone I wish you could be