have you ever felt so content in the quiet that you couldn't find the will to open your mouth?

Hazel eyes
Long brown hair
Smooth skin
Beautiful
Dark thoughts
A war within
Such a pretty face
But such an ugly mind
What a waste

I laugh in the face of love
      I cringe thinking of the passion
              I bathe in the hate I now feel
if it takes away
         what you once were
                  what you once meant.
Every love song a beautiful lie
           Every poem an empty cry
I could scrub my skin
     Until the blood seeps through
           If it meant forgetting you.

Define nobody,
label not a soul.
To deal but not to bow,
is every psychological goal.

I become
a sparrow
And hang upside down
On an imaginary branch
Pecking up on your words.

I become
A spider
weaving dreams
across the horizon,
Right then and there
you starts to tease me with
the words,
flies and butterflies.

When you talk,
The warmth of
Your words on me
make me fog
like a cold piece of glass,
now you can write on me!

I am young.
I have plenty of life left to live.
They why, when I wake up every day,
do I feel it coming to an end?

I need to be dead to forget about you.