We go into deep darkness
Where nothing meets the eye
Keep walking in search of the answers
Answers to the questions unasked
And as we go deeper and deeper
Into the woods where silence howls
We loose contact with with the old light
As we go on in search of a new ray
We don't turn to see what we've lost
The eagerness of caressing the future don't let us do that
We run skip,jump barefoot on the damp ground
We don't look down to see how many we've crushed
This dark wood with the humidity of vapouring blood
Won't stop us from following the ray
And when we reach the end of the jungle
And  have what we craved for
We realise we have no one to show it to
And no road leads out of the woods
No roads left to go home

The train window swallows mansions and fields and rivers and box-like houses as if all are mere stick figures

There are tears pressed behind my eyes, and they desperately want to jump from the red rims of my eyelids and end it all

End it all

The water pressure in my head has reached a point where the measurements start to break down, thoughts tossed turbulently into darkness and suddenly breathing water seems better than breathing air

My headphones crackle with music as I gaze at my fellow passengers in disbelief- the woman next to me is looking at shoes

Doesn't she get it? Don't they get it? How futile it all is? How beautifully endlessly painful and deadly life is?
I choke on rain when I close my eyes

The train roars forward in mechanical bliss with its destruction of the scenery outside

A boy is sitting across from me now. He leans closer and I catch death in his dark, empty eyes.
'And you thought you were going to be okay' he sneers.
My tears and water soaked brain are paralyzed into ice.
'My dear' he confides, wrapping me in his bitter, syrupy touch.
You will never be okay.*

He laughs, melting through the screeching train car
And my iced-over tears break
I know now he waits patiently on the train's tracks
And I fervently hope I will never meet him there

Higher and higher; my love sinks down
I lose the sun, in exchange for the moon
Day by day; it's how we'll get by
I'll dance in the rain; I'll steal your sickness
Breath by breath; I'll be so gentle with you
I want to kiss your pale cheek, give you life.
Lower and lower, but my voice won't falter
I'll sing to the slow rhythm of you heartbeat
And I know you'll smile even though you'll
Be afraid and it will break my heart off into
Another piece, but it's okay, I'll give it to
You, so you'll have something to hold on to.

She was the ocean
Humming enchanting song
Temperamental
Often wrong

He was the wind
Gentle but strong
Effortlessly Kissing her
As the day is long

She complained of her flaws and all that had gone
He told her he loved her all along
She dismissed his words
He didn't understand her rage
He was flawless on every new page
You don't have rips or breaks nor tone
You are the wind so strong and bold

My love you misread what you are told
I'm only strong when you are mad
I'm only bold when you're sad
My strength comes from you
I'll protect you from your storm
I'll hold you close and whisper your name
Until you feel safe in my arms once again
When you are calm and glistening bright
I'll tell you it's all going to be alright
I'll never tire of your changing moods
For I am the wind it's all I allude
I'll tell you I love you till the wind is no more
And the ocean has dried up revealing the floor

I was once aching flesh
On worn down bones
Encaging a restless heart

You were the cure
The ailment
You were everything

I'm afraid.
That the feelings I hold
Will fall from my grasp.
I'm afraid.
Of saying those words
That if spoken,
Would vanish into thin air,
I'm afraid...
That the feelings I express,
Are feelings based on lies
That have been painted by myself...

These fears I have
I know are wistful,
Desiring and yet
Holding feelings fickle,
Wanting truth... and yet,
Comforting myself with lies tristful.

There are feelings I am afraid to voice.
If voiced, just like before,
They would lose their meaning.
That if spoken, they would just become
The past.

These feelings that I hold,
Are they lies?
Or has everything become a regret?
That if spoken,
If fulfilled,
Parting with it comes with ease