sad and suicidal thoughts that you don't want to know about run through my head, like a train that has no stop, a train that drives over and over again without stopping.
She's dark, yet moonlight glows inside her soft-eyes & despite her tragic-aura, I still want her blackness, to taste her magic, to kiss the devil inside her.
I am driven to madness by your charm. Your face when you respond to my text messages is priceless. I miss those hugs where your glorious smell permeated my body. I don't feel anything wrong with this except
you don't feel the same.
Those words cut me deeper than a rusty nail plunging into someone's foot.
A colorless sunset disappears Melancholy underlies a quiet night alone Itchy feet and restless thoughts No sleep for the weary White noise fills the space reserved for real emotion Crippled mind and clogged heart Regurgitating memories trying to feel myself Comfort in the absence of pain A vapid existence A quiet night alone