You carry an open wound everywhere
And you dont care
It's all an illusion love
I must tell you that
You'll forever be wounded and hurt
You carry your pains to the mountains
They heal for sometime
You return to people
Fresh wounds for you
Reality was like another dimension for you
And it was always too claustrophobic to live in there
Too much wounding all the time
How will you bear it all with your weak shoulders and your bony little ankles
Love, i must tell you that
You'll forever be wounded
You heal for a while when youre hiding in those forests
But they would trap you and bring you into the world
You wouldn't want them to do that to you again,
Would you love?
Your skin is gold
And the bruises are fresh
You must love yourself
Curl up in a ball
And hug yourself
The wounds would heal if your warm hands cover them
You are a healer.
You probably always were.
The wounds will heal.
And you will heal them.
May be under the pink stormy night sky someday
When you are sitting there on your own
Listening to your lover - music.
Yes,he'll always be there to calm you
So listen to him
And let the moon be your lamp
The winds,your lullaby
And the thoughts of oceans and mountains would clot your ****** wound.
They always do.

I long for my escape,
Away from this all.
Time alone to seize the madness within,
Seize the darkness of the shadows;
And destroy them with a golden ray of light.

To find a place of blissful solitude where everything is gone,
I long to find my paradise and escape,
       - I need to, to live on.

My need for solitude as a means of salvation,
To stave off the ruins of my mind,
And bring back the light there once was,
To get away from the inky mass,
That encompasses my mind, my life...
Me.

I must escape, I Must,
Get away from this all,
Find my isolated paradise with waters of calm,
No thoughts,
No work,
No life,
No stress,
No bad,
No good,
No grey,
Only clear plain paradise,
An isolation and escape,

The sort that can come only,
In ones grave.

A name is called in the deep of sleep
Hanging in the night like a star
From the subconscious to the surreal
Memories and myths collide here
All smoke and mirrors to mislead
And mystery
Always mystery
Until reality slips and slides
And the only truth is doubt

                                      By Phil Roberts

A bug-like being crawled up your spine,
Its many feet clicking on your bones.
The movement was scarcely perceptible under your barely bulging skin.

The closer he got to your brain, the faster he clicked.
His anticipation was tangible, translated into your erratic acts.
He saw your thoughts, he smelt your love.

He hungered for your sanity,
With huge, dilated, droopy eyes and a salivating mouth.
It held a long sloppy tongue, that left its sizzling slime along his path.

Upon reaching your brain stem he used his sharp incisors
To take a mouthful of your rational. It fed him.
He rejoiced, throwing his head back in malicious laughter.

With new energy, he slithered around your skull
And barged into your frontal cortex.
Your judgement forever altered, now under his command.

His delight was overwhelming. In his pleasure,
He covered your cells in his hot, heavy breath.
It was poison, acting against all remaining sensibility.

As he devoured your corpus callosum, he spawned another head.
This one small and sleek, covered in slime,
With black beady eyes.

The new head drilled to the core of you and reeked havoc
On your amygdala and hippocampus.
You are gone. You no longer remember how to feel.

He is almighty.
The movement of your limbs is no longer your own.
Your words are first conceived in his belly.

He cares about nothing but consumption and destruction.
He is starved for pain, he needs to breathe in the
Cries of those who love you the most.

You can no longer notice the beauty in
Your daughter's smile, rather you smell the tears
Resting in her eyes still so full of adoration.

You realize that loving me could have killed you, but you still do it anyway.

n.e

I tell you I'm okay.
but when I am okay means, I am breathing and don't have a wish to stop doing so today.
Can you really say that I'm okay?