Leave me in the bathroom while the shower is running hot,

The mirror will fog up

Like the car windows when we're smoking ***.

I wanna stay young forever,
Because I'm so scared of growing old.

In the end, I think I'll find,
We’ll all die and bleed out gold.

But for now,
I am down,
In the forgotten creases
Of the night

Wind, along the trees'
Leaves.

The window opens,

And the wind comes on through
Letting all the light in

My small old bedroom.

my heart is a lie;
a false adoration for
all, but riddled in
silent sharp truths

I remember a girl…

Her hair branched
out like tree roots,
but shine like crimson
leaves of autumn bloom.
The last thing I saw,
I noticed her eyes.
Her eyes glow
cold but bright—
Her dark sea blue eyes
could stare out from
the endless ocean
miles within.

Her skin,
covered in scars.
The Crooked Man
cut through  
her beautiful
skin.

The last thing I heard.
Her voice—
A sound of
nature’s broken
beauty.
An echo haunting—
almost of a violin
screaming for peace.
Her heart’s stolen
by the shadows,
lurking inside
her cold, dark
Sea Blue Eyes

Do you mourn the tree of the apple?

Will you bury the vines of the grape?

With every seed you eat,
Will you remember the mother's mistake?

Dug deep are the roots.

Of the old childless Eden.

But there are no sugars left,

For your miscarried fruits.

Do you water the dead plants?

Will you bury the mulberry bush?

With every pome you swallow
Will you remember that fateful push?

And you don’t know,
what they say about my soul.

“Far am I

From the edge, gone by”

But they don’t know.

Of the earth that falls,

Hanging like the *****,

In the night sky.

Is it time to say goodbye?

Time to fly.