My trust is just like a tree
Who with time becomes large and green
And you were the man
With saw in your hand
Slashing me to fallen history

she failed to take a breath
as her darkened thoughts
penetrate through the
hollow core of her soul
the feeling of nausea hit and
came with her fear of death

worry lingered her thinking brain
covering the walls with ugliness
her mind is stained black with pain
what was she to do; leave or weep?
there was no comprehension of the
monster which she was about to meet

she's choking on falling tears
that claw down her sadden face
there's no escaping the monster
in the crevices of her mind
hovering her deepest thoughts

with no mask concealing the
shadows of her darkened fears
she had no time at all to inhale
dripping wet eyes filled up with
hesitation crying tears of sadness
that has taken over her warm soul

the monster trapping her soul
strangles her with a tightened
noose coated with hurt and pain
its barbwire teeth of darkness
holds her head down very low
chaining her against the wall
she hangs there deep in sorrow
away from the world all alone
reflecting on yesterday's rain

she could not speak; her silence caused
her tears to tumble the damaged thoughts
down every line of the damp pages smudged
with her words of the hurt and pain that
covered every inch of her inside journal

there is true darkness trapping her soul
leading her through a maze of loneliness
causing her to loose the shape of her whole
the young girl she use to be has vanished
leaving her a confused woman living in her
own garden of hell

When I was younger
people told me
I had potential surging
through my veins
and at the age of thirteen
I started using a razor
to help me see what they saw.

language spun in gold thread,
growing flowers in ancient worlds of love
I've lacked the feeling for,
for too long
your touch makes every other bed feel so wrong.
for years I've been cold;
yet you seem to be an exception -
in rays of unbiased love,
how could i deny your perfection?
in morning black coffee, your eyes form,
making return to new york a bit harder
than predicted,
No doubt i'll miss your warmth,
your breath, dance, song; unprecedented
See,
Bed always occupied with mere lust and
my lack of will to call back;
yet you were woven out of something other -
Radiance, light,
like wine i'd keep drinking; just give me another