this place, its warping.

from what i used to know,
from what i used to love.

this place,
its unknown.

libary,
each day i went to the libary.

libary,
each day i spent at the libary.

libary,
each day i waste at the libary.

libary,
each day with no where else to go.

libary,
each day with no where else to be.

libary.

from the darkness,
you were my sanctuary.

angels in lace dresses,
with bows in their hair,
and rose scented tears.

full of...
almond blossoms,
forget-me-nots,
king's spears,
manchineels,
zinnias....

and if you look hard enough,
in the center you'll find,
a nasty ***** fo
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                                            n.

at this...


thing...



the seasons pass by,
the birds pass by,
the bugs pass by,
they all pass by...
and it stays.

the ***** nasty...


...thing...
stays.

each day i come by,
to the garden...
and work on....


it's....
removal.

but it stinks,
so i run away,
far far away.

and the smell haunts me...
that nasty ***** thing.


the fo
          un
                ta...

Words often pour out of my mouth,
Nonsensical words.

In the back of my mind lies a deep depression
but words pour out of my mouth.

I say my depression is for no reason,
But here I am shaking

Hands,
Legs,
Thighs,
Eyes,
Shaking and I cant stop.

but words pour out of my mouth.
I can't stop, I can't stop

Stop!
Why are you always talking!
You drag your sentences on for no reason!
No one wants to hear about that!

But I need to,
I need to.
But I try,
I stop.

Then tears pour out of my eyes.

both souls missing
forcibly torn apart

in the dead of night.
one by one
one by two.

the only witness is the bairn.
and
the are effects everlasting.

enduring continuous;
indecisive ,
melancholia,
re-living.

the bairn faces pain.
"is it my fault?"
"is there something wrong in the brain?"
"how can I close this vault?"

an end of a life
a return of a soul

that's my plan to once again feel whole.

my mom says i'm handsome,
but i don't think i'm handsome.
because if i was a girl,
i wouldn't date myself.

a night at our place, old and gray.
dancing to the same tune from before...
me and you.

my arms around you,
warm and soft.
slowly turning under the infinite skies...
me and you.

an exchange of words,
back and forth.
wasting away,
old and gray...
me and you.