You are wind.
A confused cold front.
Rolling in, rolling out
Lost in the inbetween,
Lost in motion,
caught up in the trees like an old plastic bag.

Nothing feels like a home
And heaven's too far away
When one's heart is entangled
in an ugly past.

I know the world is panning too fast
for these tired eyes of yours.
Everything is spinning,
Your lips are quivering.
Is a stone cold pride
worth the broken soul?

Let it go.
Let it go

You know I loved you so.

The touch of your palms sends slithering snakes down my vertebrae,
Your eyes locked onto mine – I get so carried away…
Nerve endings are exploding,
Stress unloading…
And words escape your lips that can stop the clocks from ticking,
The earth from rotating,
My lustful heart from palpitating,
Like sweet music to my ears, to my brain,
Oh I'm going insane…
It's the urge I'd rather not contain,
Let my nails break the skin on your back,
Scratching up and down your spine,
No holding back
No time to rewind.
Cheeks are numb,
Toes curl under,
Check my vitals and prove to me that this is no dream,
Because I swear that this feels like thunder.
So hold me forever hostage in this storm,
As you shake and provoke the demons from within,
Burning, churning, and rattling inside my chest,
These entities do not sleep, they do not rest,
They won't cease unless released,
Unless they see the light of day.
And If I were to pry my ribcage open,
They'd catapult into the overarching sky,
Where the sun glows like a stained glass angel
Dangling from the sun god's very own fingertips.

Enter the limbo:*
I am an open book.
My arms and legs are the sentences,
My beating heart is now the rhyme.
Page by page, word by word,
My story is slowly unraveling,
But never to be heard.
With tattered and torn pages
Insomnia has become my only friend.
And I haven't slept in days…

3 am and my head's still pounding, I've had this migraine for days…Temples throbbing, nerve endings exploding, like a rabid animal being sentenced to a barb wire cage with no food to eat and room to breathe. Thoughts are deadly. Fighting, bleeding, suffering in deep rooted pits of anxiety. My synapses are in full combat, but I'm a pacifist.

I can feel it now. The change, the shift. I feel it. The voices, drumming, I can hear it, the fire, it's burning, flesh rotting. I can smell it, Like it's all being cooked up in one big  rotten stew, except there is most definitely meat in it, and I'm a vegetarian.

I am a child of darkness sworn to her own demons that were locked up long ago in treasure chest deep inside her old bedroom closet, Although I swear to you I never wanted things to be this way. It just happened. But know this, I am still holy, still pure, my tears still fall as transparent across the curve of my cherub face. I never wished to be so naïve. It's just that my heart is in shambles, and I gravitate towards almost anything that promises healing. This is why I have so many scars. They run left and right in a funny pattern from the carelessness of others trampling their ***** feet all over the delicate terrain of my heart.

But I'm tired now
And my insides are in knots.

I can still feel it. The light, I see it. It's always been there and shining, always been calling, begging, reaching out for one swift touch to the tip of my finger, but I've been too afraid to answer. It's always been so warm and inviting calling my name. I can taste it…bitter spoilers. I'm almost there. I've just a few things left to do here. Just give me a moment.


please