Sweet chirps come from the trees
Small warbles of the animals echo around me
As I stare at the grass
Which is stained in scarlet.

Your body body lies still
Frozen in ice.
Your eyes never opening.

I wish I could turn back time
To when you stood by my side
Smiling that goofy grin
With your dimples pinching your cheeks.

As the moon sank
I heard a faint flow
Of an inky darkness
In a cry of a gifted owl
I should think it's nothing
But the cricket in a crook
Is humming hymns
Of surplus stillness
That has yet to come

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words... will hurt me

Now Believing I'll never be loved

That I'll forever be trapped in thrones of isolation
You say I'm too weak, to dumb to meet anyone who makes me feel
alive, as if they created the moon and stars just for me

On the inside a broken heart seeks sympathy
While on the outside my heart hardens
As I empty every emotion so I may feel nothing
Now dont tell me that hurts less than a broken bone

My mind begins to whisper and speak,
Bizarre stories, grotesque honesty,
"It's only true love you ever seek"
Tearing myself apart constantly.

When illusions always perceive me,
My mind stays forever incomplete,
If small details were so plain to see,
Intercepting your cold hearted feet.

Dire need of sleep,
Sellotape eyebrow to cheek,
Wandering white sheep,

Leave me visible like a vagrant dog in a deluge...
I'll hear your whisper in the wind, embrace your essence
in the rain, and see the secluded skies..

     When the rain is subtle I will know that something
has tempered you... But when the rain rages I'll know that
something has imparted panic upon you!

     And in this inherited intellect lacking eyes, ears, hands, or lips...
Our limp lumber would eternally rest in Earth's clay.Envision, the squall streaming through a patch of wildflowers...

    In my disorder gardens of myself flourished. Buds of curiosity burgeoning from my eyes! It would be our knuckles, rigid, prancing pebbles meant for progenies' play, and the sinful sun weaving it's way through your missing molars!

   Countless days go unnoticed and nights unslept... We'll speak with our soul through breached bones, where our tendons once thrived!  Imagine, your cranium and mine both mitigated to  matter.

   Both refined from our faults, and our skins going young again, disregarding the reason we ever wrinkled! A chance to cleanse our aura once more... May I become dust with you?
My trembling tree...

I cry sometimes. Enhancing this deluge of delirium. With a drop which flows from my face to the flood of Earth’s clay as I inhale this bitter breeze of our garden’s grief! Seeing your withered wood… I breathe deep… Inhale… Exhale…

   And hope that these frivolous feelings will bottle up after this bottle is downed! Words now trapped…it’s a joke…but this is no banter of your basil  bush! This is a garden now growing with grief, which subdues layers of our sacred memories, suppressing sadness and carries on until my rancid lungs collapse…

   But… I don’t die. I just-carry on. Watching your roots rot… As this decomposing disease devours your soul!  My soul slowly sinks into the mud. Yearning to find you six-feet-under. Beneath the sublime beauty of our orchids. To the place where Hades resides...      

   I miss the touch of your hands. The lingering sensation of your waning wood intertwined with my vines.  My fingertips now feel the burn of Hell! I learnt that this burn won’t melt, it just burns, until your whole bodies submerges and turns what they’ll learn and all their concerns into nothing! Because I guess everyone dies…

   Even if they don't deserve it...well I may have deserved it because I'm depicted as the ideal image of man yet they watch as my green leaves burn brown and… and this ivy poisons my rich roots. But this isn't a cry for help, it’s a letter, poem, or whatever you want to call this… This is my message to you!
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   Yes, angels are heavenly but even if they’re with me…they can't get inside my mind and help me flourish in this Hell on Earth. The one you left me in! So I thank them…but I’ve handled enough forced sympathy. I'd rather be with some boys and ***** and listen to a simple symphony. There I can cry... myself …and become one with the flood                    
from this deluge of delirium!

Im shaken awaken by how Im screaming
Running from my demons, God woke me right before they killed me
I dont understand the purpose but I know he has a reason

  Well God if you dont mind me asking, send me more angels
See...Lucifer is wilding and he got it out of me,
You know the thing my soul struggles to keep out
While my flesh fights to keep it in

  God I know you got me but sometimes it's hard to keep believing
Im tempted by all these tainted temptations
Quickly losing my mind, followed by sleep deprivation

  You see, I had a dream I went to Heaven and saw Satan
Lord help...please, I cant do this on my own
Over stressing intertwined with depression
Now vulnerable to the world's diluted deceptions

  Lord, what are you trying to teach me?
Can we please cheat on this lesson?