You used to be every breath
Deep inside of me
You’re now reason for the ash tray
Overflowing on my bed side table

I’m just a ghost
Waging wars of rage
Running through hallways

Impulsively picking
At the paper And the plaster

Fractured and fragmented

Just like your wall frames

Broken and battered

Just like the empty promises

Can you hear me yet? Can you feel the screaming?

Carrying through the curtains and crevices
Uncovering truths, and unspoken emotions

They say old houses can be coarse and creaky
Regrets and memories are raspy and rusty

You’re a hostage at home now.
However, I am the haunting.

outsider useless concerns
prevent anything from feeling
his fiery venom
exchanges between souls
i am merely human
but his analytical mind
further plants passionate desire
deep within the marrow of my bones
the path blackened methods
ink sewn habits embroidered
at the cross of the roads

would you agree to such an offer
destruction of every rule.
or would rather stay stagnant
denying your own longing
dark veiled reality is already yours
what good is immortality
watching your only warmth aging cold
as the embers are invincible
not weathering certain storms
as the reaper is drawing nearer
he urges what it is you choose
run from the ones pointing fingers
or leave me lifeless draped from the noose

With every kiss pressed against my neck
It’s as if you’re stealing the air out of my lungs
Or maybe if passion had enough power
You’re breathing life back into my empty bones.
There’s something so innocent and so dark, I just want to taste a little bit more.
See how long I can hold my breath
Before I’m suffocating underneath you.

Didn’t even know your name
But our souls tangled by fate
your hand one touch and there was actual sparks. Setting off fire alarms in my brain.
Your eyes one glance and love at first sight exists
I’m not sure how I saw past the flags though, let myself believe for just a minute anyone would choose me
It’s just she looks a lot prettier, talks a lot louder
Than the conversations my heart whispered to yours.
I was just to closed off on the outside.
But inside I knew without you I’d be lower than you found me.  Love where it was never supposed to be. If only timing and fate always worked together like the hands on a clock. You’d be here and I wouldn’t be lost.

He, being the sun,
He stole the blue sky.
He left me nothing but
the storm clouds

And storm clouds cry.

I’m so sick
Obsessing
over and over
The thoughts
Of what could have been
in reality
It doesn’t matter
Because you and I
We are nothing
I’m so tired
Confessing
Over and over
Rerun scenarios
Of what happened
It doesn’t matter
But you and I
Used to be everything