If only they knew
That the girl that makes them laugh
Cries herself to sleep
Every.  Single.  Night

If only they knew
Within those quick words
Is a cry for help
But it seems like everyone is deaf or just plain oblivious

It turns out silence can hurt you more than any ill intended words

The sun smashed the window into a thousand pieces
Scattered photosphere
Illuminated cuts
Hydrogen, helium, ion magnets
Demanding the rain to follow
“Rain upon them evil doer!
Bring your darkest cloud
And you will see how you cannot defeat the light!”

She said, “I could never do that
Your veins
Your voice
Your screaming body
It’s not right that you possess these gifts of anger!”

He said, “All of my mistakes have gathered
And the insistence that I care for every ritual
And of those who would control our lives
It is all here now and the windows can no longer protect us
We need the darkness to end the darkness
And then the darkness will know that what is dark is not light!”

The moon plunged deep into the melancholy of the oceans
With tides of tears entering the arteries of past glories
Sweeping across the land only to exclaim:
“I no longer care for your presence
Do not ask me to help you with each new lover
You are unable to remain true yet you bring them to me
I am not a mirror for your lies anymore”

He could not escape his madness
These things poisoned his mind
There was nothing that seemed to be of itself
What needle pointing south?
What melting pavements in winter?
What shade blistering his skin?
What darkness through the window at high noon?

He lay still
A shard for every pore
A drop of rain for every drop of blood
A lie for every truth
A question for every answer
It had broken his mind
And at that moment he finally realized why he was alone

There's an ice storm in my brain,
        my thoughts
                     are sliding
                out of control,
         there's a fire in my chest,
                        making ashes
          of what's left of
                     my soul.

She fell in love with November,
for the way the sun shined down on
decaying leafs
and chilling temperatures danced upon the tips of her fingers,
providing her with a perfect balance between life and death.

She presented herself to the world in this manner,
always happy and bright, but never content,
as days carried on cracks in her skin led to trails of pieces on the ground.
Her eyes often flickered between a beautiful orange and a sickly brown.
Her heart, as much as it wanted to be warm was deafly cold.

She was a mystery.

And as December rolled in and the world froze over in darkness,
so did she.
The only light in her life was the moon.
how badly I wish she could've loved a month like June.