Am all alone
I can see them staring, but they never seem to see through
Can anyone hear me scream? Do you even hear me call?
Am on my knees
Is anyone there to lend a hand?
You think I got it all? You think I attained perfection?
What if I got it all? What if I never attained perfection?
Yeah! I am pretty
What if I wasn't?
Would you still look at me? Would you even look again?
What if I was poor?
Would you take trade places if you get the chance to, would you at all?
And if I was rich
Would you be the shade of my shadow or the light of my glamour?
Do you even love me or just my accomplishments?
My mind is troubled
Do you see the agony or just the painted smiles?
Do you read the doubts, do you even feel the emptiness in me?
Do you? Do you??
Would you want all of this or none of me?
What if it never works out, would you still hold me close?
And if it rains, would you hold my hand as I walk?

Honestly I seem not to know, even if I do, I don't no more
All these questions are walls I try to climb,
but am all alone and they are crumbling.

Never seen one this lovely, gladdened with the purity of the midnight rain, magnificent she is in all her graces
The whirlwind gave way when her haunches swayed
With palms as soft as the pine, a touch from them sent me on a flight of fantasy
Her peats stood firm as the atlas
To honey no other compare,for it is the sweetest but then you should taste her rosy lips 
And if the zephyrus was mild, then you should hear her speak
The stars were bright but her eyes were the brightest for in them I saw the reason for rainbows
Her face shone so much radiance like the full moon at the peak of her aphrodisiac  
Every wisp of her hair was of the finest silk and when she smiled the world took form
Her aura so distinct as the scented ointment of spikenard

This beauty is all I want to know,for it ignites a quivering sensation in my bones springing forth the passions of my meek soul
For you I would pick the roses of the empyrean

In a world of imperfection I have tried to be perfect but nothing seems to be worth it. I thought it would be easy but now I believe there is no easy way out, so i wanna ink out my soul, let out my tears to quench the thirst of the ocean.

I write this words with the blood flowing from my veins, the needle is stuck within and my jugular is past its breaking point.

My mind wanders off as I am slowly detached from reality, my tots are trapped in jars of desolation. I wish to find my way back but every stride I take opens up the doors to my insanity.
Such great agony I have come to know, one much worse than misery
I have got nails living in my spine, and I can hear them echo,
Every breathe I inhale is bitter and I pray that my last breathe blows away the wind
My ribs are tensile and cold as steel with knees set on sore concrete
I try to cry aloud but my tongue has been seared.
I ask to know no more of this, as the blade brings estacy to my wrist
I watch my pain slip beautifully to converge in a crimson pool, my eyes flutter into endless darkness and I try to feel, but I feel nothing, not this pain,not even the sound of trees.

But who would heed my call? or do i wait till never comes, because forever seems 2 far
I weave this agony meticulously to form a cold cloak that sits proudly on my shoulder. I know am strong so I would cut myself once again for I have come to realize that true grief comes with silence
I would just bleed silently till someone finds me, till I see the fire flies at the end of the tunnel.