If I had a penny for every single time you crossed my mind,
well, I would have gold bleeding out of my pores,
and every step I take would leave behind
a footprint made of diamonds.

With the wealth of the world,
I would be able to visit the stars every single night;
maybe even build a castle at the centre of the universe
just for us.

But darling,
I'd trade it all
if it meant you'd throw away your pride
and hold my hand one last time.

- g.d.

Evil hides in the darkness
and I've tried so hard,
my dear,
to make you see
your black thoughts rear their head.
I'm the knight
and the dragons are all around you.
Your emotions curl and hiss
and all I have is a spear.
But I'm afraid to strike, my darling.
I'm afraid to charge.
Seeing they're so wrapped around you.
I've failed to be your shining knight
because all I'm fighting is your
black twin,
and sometimes I can't see the
difference between the two.

I've swallowed the pill
and it's a bitter one
containing all the lies
you've ever told.
Stuck in this whirlpool of doubt
I can't see a way out.
I find the pill is turning
sweet as sugar in my mouth.
I'm spiraling out of control.
To late to stop my decent.
I'm just waiting for the crash
as I hit the end of the tunnel.
But I'm struggling
tasting the bitterness
again and again.

i woke in an asylum ward.

the skies were replaced by tainted walls
and the sun, by a menace clock
the second hand clicked its tongue
60 fifes and the minute hand waves
every hour, a blade-like hand
drags my knees across the polished floor
and i wonder why they bothered
paving the ground for me
when my skin only tore like glass
flesh exposed and the doctors do not see

my fingers hurt from the hands i hold
but i can't let go.
what if i run out of time?

the smell of chemicals overpowers
the scent of flowers
the epitome of time was the wilting
as i am dragged out of sight

they say time will tell
but all i hear is the hollow echoes
of sharpened clockworks
i fear a wrong move will throw the sparks
into the gas tank that we drink from

my name is not on this bracelet
the doctors draped across my wrist
and if i don't tear these walls apart,
these hands might drag me into a morgue.