"It's okay to be afraid"
     "Desperate to brush the lips of grace"
In this grey, dim place-
We all call for shelter.

Hold me on my knees,
Take the sorrow from my body,
     "Hey I'm graceful," teach me to be stronger...

Wrap my body in a blanket,
   "Put my body in a box"
Hold my hand,
Assuage my fears.

Help me see, I'm not alone.

Sometimes I wish someone would **** me
So I didn't think of killing myself
So I wouldn't hurt so many people
So I could just stop breathing now

Sometimes I wish I would die
Of natural or unnatural causes
So that this life could be over in a good place
And I wouldn't have to slide back down again

Sometimes I pray for that black winged angel
To swoop down on me and steal my breath
To **** the light right out of my eyes
And take me out of this place
That steals all of my soul anyway

Sometimes I wish I would let go
And end up surrounded by the dark
So I could sleep
And never open my eyes to the world again.

My life is turning upside down-
I've never felt so lost.
I ended up in places far past
The places I thought I'd crossed.

If anyone knew what it was really like inside,
This broken heart..
These hollow moments...
The lonely way I feel....

They'd know I'm almost ready,
To end these things and kneel-
On the ground in front of my grave,
Oftentimes I believe it would be incredibly peaceful.

Drown in an ocean,
Lose a fight to cancer..
Burn alive in a house ablaze-
Or end it behind the wheel.

I wish someone would end it for me and take me out of the surreal.

I feel empty
Like a shell without its contents
Being pushed by the wind

The heaviness behind my eyes
Weighs down my body
Sinking into a sea of blankets
I forget

The warmth can be suffocating
But comforting in its trapping nature
A body cocooned in darkness

I wait for you to fill me-
              With
-Anything

Silver flutters of silken hair,
Elongated plains of buttery skin,
Her luscious lips tempt men and dare
The powerful and mighty to gravely sin.

Her heart as sheltered as a tomb,
Sensation stirring in her womb,
She felt the whispers of a secret
As her memory conjured images of bodies on velvet.

No pleasure derived under sheets of ebony,
Her mind rejected any talk of destiny.
The pain she embraced, a darkness falling
Her dreams, a reprise from night terrors calling.

He grabbed her hand and forced her down,
To take what he believed would serve the crown.
Her virtue shattered, tatters of the innocence of childhood;
How could anyone believe his falsehood?

The featherlight weight of her tethered to her mare;
She a slave to the master of gin,
They together fled to escape his lair,
Completing the exile of her kin.