There is aestheticism
in letting go,
but even more so
in holding on.

She lay there, silently, in the stillness of her bathtub.
Slightly smiling as her in-sides heat up
While the water wraps it self tightly around her body.


She lay there, silently, in the stillness of her bathtub.
Deeply inhaling the oasis of tranquility, then
Slowly exhaling into complete serenity.


She lay there, silently, in the stillness of her bathtub.
and with one last sigh, she softly says goodbye.
Then suddenly
She sinks into suicide.

Tip toeing through twisted trails,
Suddenly slipping,
Spiriling slowly
Towards terror,
Feeling flustered from fear
Adrenaline awakes
and all
Emotions escape.
Instintly, igniting instincts
But blackouts being
Bringing
Disturbingly dark dreams
To the table.

Taking turns to
Relentlessly rip reality,
Rapidly reproducing
Unwanted unknowns - until
Eventually,
Everything explodes!

I used to walk proud and tall

I used to stand for something

But now all I do is fall

To where there is nothing
Finding myself in a constant crawl,
Only feeling lifes sting
I prepare for deaths call.
But still there's no ring,

Nothing at all...

Motivation is breaking
As every gear up, ends in a stall
Every part of me aching
As I hit my brick wall

I'm searching for an awakining.

Please help me recall!

Because I can't keep faking -
My Life is taking a fall.