He told me
"What's not to love?"

It's more of a
"Whats not to hate?"

When you trust no one,
The person you trust least is yourself.

i see everything you never were in the other people

I am tired of being tired

When my brain refuses to sleep

So many different voices

All fighting for a chance to speak

They have needs and desires

Words that must be heard

But the fact I haven't slept in months

Is absolutely absurd

Close your eyes and shut your mouth

Give me silence just this once

I want to sleep

I need to sleep

But if I close my eyes

...The devil may claim my soul to keep...

hearts beatout mystery
warm red rivers

flowing endlessly
a mysterious love

to fall in love
and rise from death

little daily deaths
self constantly experiences.