the sky
flutters,
alighting
with
powers of
the ever-droll
last performances
of certainty -
or so they would like to think

Death
is
the
Confession of
when the past
comes back
to haunt

in the end it never matters
*it all hurts the same

instead of dragging
a knife across my wrist,
i grab a pen,
hoping that
maybe the ink
will seep into my skin
and **** me anyway

I know that you love me.
I know that you care.
I know that there's not anything
that you wouldn't share.
I know when I need someone,
you'll always be there.
I know you'll help carry the weight,
that I can not bear.
I know your love for me,
will never reach a plateau.
For that I am eternally grateful...
but I'm bleeding all I know.

Forsaken
stars
Exposed
to the death
of
corruption

perfect matches
seem to stare down the
stars,
but together, there's
chemistry - which
turns to
tumultuous
dreams
despite the fiery
mystery