I'm tired of ******* myself, I crave of someone eles
to force my legs open
to puncture my insides with their hands turned into fingers
I want to *** until I loose count
I want to shake of pleasure  until I start to twitch
I want to have my mouth open with no words coming out from state of shock
I want to feel so good my eyes fill with tears
I want to hear my juices as they fall
I crave of someone else

Holding The Pen and closing my eyes, making my Heart opens his book in pain!

Listening to that Melody calling me loudly to hear the unsaid words, makes all lines shake in fear!

Space and every Element surrounding that space lead to hold my trembled Heart to Fade in Illusion!

Questioning my Reasons....

Questioning my Versions i went through and became....

Questioning the Purpose I have every Now and Then....

Questioning "Should I go Further than this Point that I reached?"...

The Sun is hiding behind those shy Clouds, trying to keep the Light of A Road from being Seen!

And I'm Questioning....

What is behind that Road?

At least I know
That even though
Humans disappoint me,
That this soil and earth
can heal and feel this soul.

At least I can be grateful for the fact that
A storm can relate to my broken mind.

At the very minimum,
at least I know that I can connect with something
in a way that I wish another could.

But souls are a world all their own
and it takes a stroke of luck
to experience something that strong.

Don't turn away.
Cause I am the same person, you couldn't take your eyes off once
I know it's hard, being ignored
Meeting the same person for the first time everyday
I am sorry for everything's faded
But I want to make it up to you
Can we live in the past?
I know you loved me then
I know somewhere you still do
I promise, I am the same
I am the same
I am the same
Wait, who are you again?

When you threw me in the flames that was cold.

When I need words to express what I truly feel.
They leave me like the breath you take from my very lungs.
Breathless and confused.
My world goes black and I am lost.

Pick at my brain like a ****** of crows
Exposing my prose to the highest of lows
As you shelter my soul in malevolent violet
Beguiling my sky lit demise to an islet
Of lonely ambitions caressed in possession
And paradise fields of post-mortem depression
Imbibing my vibes in a faint recollection
Of Dracula spirits entombed in reflection
Without any sustenance save for your voice
And its soothing illusions that leave me no choice

I shall say not a thing
I shall think not a thing
The seeing eye silences me

My words aren’t my own
So words be not shown
And my thoughts to the void, I will keep

I dare not to blink
I dare not to wink
For the eye and I know all

But if nothing is said
Only actions instead
We all will still meet our downfall

Sit still my old friends
Straight tall, never bend
As the hours tick by without care

As we watch our lives pass
As sand drips down a glass
And freedom is abolished everywhere