Sickness listens to us sigh.
Sniggering snidely as we die.
Seeking our soul as we comply.

But still I live
And yet I am not alive.

An overgrown pathway she takes,
A smile plastered on her face, so fake.
Deeper down does detail disquieting doubt.
As she stumbles and searches for a sign of the way out.

Entwined in thorns she now becomes,
As the overgrown pathway, the night succumbs.
Hovering hornets the only sound,
Pretending to enjoy the escapade, how profound.

A shattering noise halts her stride,
But the tranquil look stays in place, what pride.
How foolish a girl to continue on,
How foolish a girl to act as though nothing is wrong.

Miles of road ahead of her,
With miles and miles behind.

Exhausted from the journey,
All aid and kindness declined.

Clouds above get darker,
Where once the sun shined.

On and on she will travel,
Until all becomes aligned.

I long to be between thy skin. Lust and desire are beyond my sense.

Up and down I go
From high to low low low.

Happy in the day
but sad in every way.

Hurting from the inside out
masking what im all about.

When youre feeling safe in your skin
Maybe we'll meet again

Temptation to reach out
and touch his pain
to ease his worries
with all that I have.

But I am broken too.
And maybe I need someone
Just like you do.

Cascades of numbness suffocating the ecstasy.
The ecstasy you gave and
Took so thoughtlessly.

Bright lights dont dazzle anymore but blind.
Calm water doesnt sooth me now but triggers my fears.

And hope, hope lyes wallowing in the ashes of the past.
Waiting once again for the future to be different.
But hope will die.
Once again.
Hope will be a thing of the past.