-and suddenly,
I stopped caring.
Prepare to read more of my teen angst.

She breathes fire
from the depths of her soul,
She shouts victory
from lungs black as coal,
Her nostrils flare
and her eyes, a chilling stare.
She breaths fire,
for all those who admire.

She cracks her wings
and snaps her tail
to the awe of kings
always without fail.

her stomach rumbles
low and deep
making theirs
humble and meak.

Her heart burns like embers
her bones like sturdy trees,
a name no one remembers
that once made armies flee

Fire comes out like a spout
from her mouth
from her throat
from her heart and soul,
fire comes out
and without a doubt
fire will take its toll.

She breathes in smoke,
and kindles the flame,
body dragging low
head to the ground
but eyes to the sky,

She breathes fire to the earth,
and lets the ashes fall to heaven.

I wander through my own carcass
putting duct tape on every corner,
caution signs on the slippery bits,
and stitching every opening,
even those that should remain open.

I can't tell what's whole
or what's shattered
or what's cracked,
I have no idea what's broken inside me,
so I'm trying to fix everything,

Waves of wishes that part to orange skies
Universes stare in awe of you
Bruised hands wait in hollow eyes
Planets bow with thought of you
Follow close but so far behind
Gods smile for they created you
Feet that run in directional lines
Sprint, for life calls to you

In the silence
That followed
After I tore
Us apart

I learned that
My mind
Could be
So loud
My heart
So restless

A sigh escapes
My lips
Tears fall down
My eyes

Loving you was
All I've ever known
Yearning you
And craving us
Is all that's left
For me
To do.

The sanatorium stays.
For people like He—God—
Perhaps sent down
To be slapped in the face
(Morally, of course)
And beaten down.
Cata-
Tonic—Breath
Of fresh air
Sent to
Contort—Heal;

Disinfectant stinging wounds
We never knew were opened:

A canister of misplaced pride.

why me.

why this day.

why not tomorrow.

someone anyone tell me why.

why didn't it turn out right.

why is life like this.

why cant I be better.

someone anyone tell me why.

can someone tell me.

why can't I love

why can't I talk about my feelings

it hurts to not no why

Maiden of shadow's glow,
Your light outshines the moon.
Weary of the unknown,
Many flee from your boon.

Your bladed touch gentle,
Your forked tongue alluring.
You destroy weak mental,
And bring about blurring.

Like venom in my veins,
Your touch is admired.
You taint me with bleak stains.
The only desired.

Had my mind been destroyed,
I would be your dream man.
Yet I enter the void,
And trade bliss for the ******.

You treat me like a doll,
But behind these soft eyes,
A master plots your fall.
Break down your willful lies.

Your true beauty sublime,
Broken through strong, rough hands.
Your will shall bend to mine,
Following my commands.

Once powerful and great,
Beloved shadow maiden,
Ultimately sealed fate,
Lost to the revered men.

Ruled by one master,
You lost all hope faster.