You are the cause of my ******* pain
Every text is another lyric to my heartbreak.
Needle holes made from the memory of your face.
Pins and needles rush my body,
to fabricate a synthetic feeling of our kisses.
Morphine warms me through these lonely nights

Hi, God. I'd tell you how I've been, but I know you already know. I wish I could lie and tell you I've been good. That everything is perfect and happiness is just beaming from my permanent smile. Those are superfluous words though. And there's no sense wasting our time on matters that don't exist.

I've been wanting to know how you've been. I just feel like our conversations have been kind of one sided. I keep talking about things you know, but for what? For reassurance? For you to tell me that it's okay, because we're all sinners and it's what you expect? I don't want to be like this though. Like them. This really can't be all I am. I wont accept that. I can't.

I wish you would talk to me. I know you hear what I'm saying. So, if you're listening why won't you answer? What do I have to do to hear your voice just once. I just want to know that I'll be okay. Even if this world is just seeping with chaos. I want to know that there's more to life than this. I'm sure you spend most of your day with your face in your hands because you gave us so much, but for what? All we do is throw it back in your face like we could have created something better.

Please just tell me how your day's been. I'm sure it's been great. I'm sure you're laughing at all the ways we try so hard to do things thinking we don't need your guiding hand. Did someone make you cry? Did someone make you question why something you created to define beauty turned out to be something so ugly and sinister? How did I make you feel today? I just hope you're happy. I hope you're not disappointed in me because I know I've let you down. I love you. I'm not good at showing it, but I do.

Well, I guess I'll talk to you again later. Have a good day.

I've seen it there
I've seen it here
I've seen it vaguely and robust

I've turned away
I've witnessed it not
It I've rejected, and I've sought

A story mundane
and fantastic too
Is it the same for me and you?

I've asked these questions
and I've answered them
This I've done time and again

I've seen misery as it burned
In my ribcage
And then a flower bloomed

I've known why
But known not how
I've lived back then and in the now

I've believed lies
I've believed what's true
Which is it now? I wish I knew!

A world woven
Seam by seam
Half reality and half a dream

Screamed from high
And whispered from low
As we sway to and fro

Master of a fate
Not mine
In a world cruel and kind

I've played chess long enough
To know that one step may cut my head off
And that I'll rise again like a phoenix


And I'll die.

Next time you make an empty promise
Shatter it against the concrete
And rip open my flesh with the sharpest point,
Pour salt in my wounds
And leave me to rust.
And then tell me again
How it pains you to see me suffer.
Darling, all this time you were killing two birds
With one stone,
But since when can I fly?

Silence.
The darkness screams
as the moonlight trembles.
Unseen shadows hide the truth.
For what's lingering the night,
be all that unspoken.