Music
fills me with
a sense of being
...
that we are one
and
we can't be
harmed
as
long as
our headphones
are on
and the music
is as high as it will go
...
Our worries will
be no more

She is like a lamb
sweet, innocent, and pure.
How did someone like her,
become a friend to me?
...
You've gotten to know me,
as I have you.
But I'm keeping a secret,
one from you.
Cause my intentions,
at first
weren't so pure.
...
What you do not know is,
I like girls.

She works like a sinner,
with her hands running through my hair.
Asking about my collar,
pulling on it all to eagerly.
Why won't she leave,
coming into my room uninvited.
Knowing I'm without a shirt,
then she points at my scars.
She comes closer,
I try and back away.
But she puts her hands through my hair,
looking down at me with a smile.
while I'm thinking,
"How is this girl straight."

Sleep
My body lays silent,
yet my dreams are violent.
So I toss and turn,
ending in a deep
and dreaded slumber.
waking in a pool of sweat and fear,
I don't want them to know,
what goes on in here.
...
Talking in my sleep,
but no one will ever answer.
...
But what was the question again?

I want them
...
on my back
in the form of wings
and
on my arms
in the form of sleeves
...
My body is art
and
I choose to be the artist
no matter the pain
cause I'm the one
who gains
...
satisfaction
when I finish
this great piece
of art
...
I might even
add
to my piece
as time goes
on
<3

How do I make it stop.
...
My thought screaming deadly things,
scratching the surface of my skull.
Trying to escape, gripping my head in agony.
...
The relentless pain,
make it stop.
Make me stop.
As I write with silver,
and it always comes out red.
...
Please,
I don't know if I want to keep going on.
With my hopeless life,
struggle to keep Sane.
...
Yeah,
just make it stop.

Some people choose to live a fictional fantasy, their own world.
While others choose to live in the bitter reality, as it feeds on their blood.
Tonight I choose to break away from both, some other voices are calling.
And that was the moment I saw poison creep in through the cracks of my safest haven.
My safest haven was paper-made, now washed away by the tender droplets of rain.

Where am I to go?
No place to call home.
As cold as my first sin, I chose to disappear.

How or why or when?
Only God can answer you to that.
Because sadly, I no longer have any control leading my own head.