You masked your intentions with “I love you” using me to build you. my love was never enough. It’s time I leave you.

L.Ramorola

yesterday was the day I realised.

You never loved me.

You were loving yourself through me.

You were breaking me slowly.

I called it love.

L.Ramorola

my world’s coming to an end and no one’s here for it.

within these three weeks, something’s been off. I’m not talking about the world, I mean yeah the world is off but me. I’ve been held ransom by my thoughts and those of others, you know when you have that really ****** up dream that keeps re-occurring. That’s my everyday now...a loop.

held ransom by my own thoughts...I’m on another planet, and it’s disintegrating the first week there were subtle signs. The sun would either get close or disappear for a few days. The second week, people started dying...from like psychotic
episodes. Listen man, if I could explain it I would. And lastly the third week, me. I started losing my mind. Looking in the mirror I’d see the other me but her figure would change from time to time, wolf to vampire to both morphed. I don’t ******* know what’s happening. But sometimes It’s as if there are pieces of memories I recollect every now then of past lives. But I’m dying in the present life.  I wish I could better myself for the people around me, but they’re dying at my hands. My world’s coming to an end and no one’s here for it.
-Epiresdal Chaos
-L. Ramorola.

when life rejects you.

death accepts you.

-losing life.
-L.Ramorola

Incapable of breathing.

Uneasy.
how you moulded me.  

Pleasure.
you gained off hurting me.

Uneasy.
you still make me.

-noradrenaline
L.Ramorola

I couldn’t breathe when I was around you.

Into a hollow pit my heart dropped.

Chain-locked by your aura.

Little became of I, In every waking breath.  

- L.Ramorola
- I woke to please you.

Her hazel eyes under summer skies.

Kisses of honey.

Tangled in sheets of sunflowers.

L.Ramorola
Hearts aching for air.

your book of religion was scripted by those who felt imprisoned by the ones they called witches.
- energy
L.Ramorola

It is in our moments of weakness and suffering, do we become the most selfish as far as going to the lengths of becoming friends with death.

- dying before I wake.
- L.Ramorola

You promised me a lifetime.

“Unconditional” you said.

But you left.

While I wept.

- lonely heart
-L. Ramorola

And maybe my imaginary friends will listen to my cries at night when no one can.

And maybe they’ll listen to my thoughts when I can’t verbalize them.

-lonely thoughts.
-L.Ramorola