you said my dreams couldnt fit reality
really!
cuz i thought dreams were listed anything
and now all grown up
ive learnt that dreams can go beyond that fanticy
and luckily ive hit that 40% mark

see you the one who prevented me from reaching my destiny
keeping me hiding me from everything.....
and now im stuck in this sadpit
deserting my pain
and with every move i make the sand just
iches deeper and deeper into my soul until ive had my final breath
but until that day comes im ready to face my
deepest and darkest pains even if that means going back to that AWFUL memory lane.....
but right now who gives a **** about the pain....

A letter from death

I wait for her every night
Just so she can paint pretty pictures
Every night once she sheds a tear
She pulls out that paintbrush and begin to tear

She’s had this canvas for about 16 years
Once clean white and pure untouched and untorn
Now marked and colored  in my favorite shade

See, her skin became her canvas
And daddy’s razor become her paintbrush
Sketching strokes of what seemed like ‘read between the lines’

Her drawings soon colored in only a blood red.
She stopped panting that day
Because doctors pronounced her dead

Funny how she thinks she’s free from  hell
When really i lured her right into my death cell

Yours Truly
Death

Trapped head, bubbled mind, confusion
and foggy clouds cover my very own eyes.....
Blue skies shadowed by the black sheep,
His attention had drawn me nearer
and now im blaming it on that black freak

See he trapped me
and wrapped me into a deep and dark sleep
Where light was just a myth and legend
had meaning nor definition. and
Now i sleep walk in reality, thinking that life was all just a dream.
mumbling in my sleep i slip,
Fell off the very thing that clouded my thoughts I lose grip

What is this substance that shines
I try opening my eyes
Light ??
Light................??