It's ironic really, how all truths can so easily become lies.

It's odd how destruction can seem so beautiful.

Dark ties often lead to darker dead ends.

Ev en                             n Ev er tr ul y iS
                 si l enc e



                                                            ­                      Silent.

Dark lies often have a darker truth.

Some mornings are darker than the nights.

Memories haunt the mind,
Of a time with blood and grime,
Games of torture and games of the mind.

These are the memories that haunt my mind.

I'll keep the bodies in boxes
I'll keep the emotions in bottles
They're bound to be found,
One day.
Until then I'll hide them.
Keep them safe.
In case if I need them later.
But the bottles will crack.
They'll be found.
They'll be seen.
Loud and clear.
Like, little bursts of explosions,
And no explosion is ever good.

Sorry I can't post today, Had to deal with some medical issues from my past.