Tomorrow I will dream,
And the carbon sky will fade,
Finally revealing that blue wonder,
I have missed for so long

The edges burn to black,
The light is fading,
I bleed the colours,
From my eyes,
And swallow my dreams,
Banishing them,
To the darkest hollows,
Of my mind,
As I prepare,
For tomorrow's disappointment

The world is darkening,
With every step,
The air grows colder,
He's closer,
Too close for comfort

Living,
With a broken, beating heart,
That is not living,
It is a state worse than Death,
Merciful Death,
Living while the knife still lies,
Piercing your worn-out heart,
As you beg for Death,
Is punishment,
A punishment for the undeserving,
To walk the streets,
Unable to breathe:
*Torture for the Living Dead

To whoever has the heart to hear:
I, a butterfly,
Have nothing but broken wings,
Unwilling to fly,
Though I know,
I am nothing,
But one of many millions,
I pray that you, God unto me,
May grant my wish,
And unlock the heavy doors,
Of my cruel cage,
Heal my broken spirit,
And lift the burden of this pain,
From my brittle wings

With porcelain hands,
She holds the stars of heaven,
With which she draws lines so heavy,
So blackened and bold,
Even the strongest fall at sight,
Her tears are heavy rain,
That drown every soul in range,
Flooding hearts and minds,
With the dark oceans of her thoughs,
Washing out the sunshine and smiles,
Bringing only sorrow and despair,
All beauty is overwhelmed by her tragedy,
With her, there is nothing but the hollow sunrise,
Barely shining beyond the infinite horizon

Sunlight, dawning beyond the platform,
Pink and gold harmonies,
I look down,
At the train tracks,

Gravel, lost between the rails,
Humble wooden planks,
Aging silently,
I wonder if I could walk on them,
With the dancing autumn leaves,

Couldn't I just jump,
I could lay down on them,
No goodbyes, no second thoughts,
And take one last breathe...
I take a step to the edge,

The ground shudders,
As if in disagreement
Train racing round the bend,
My one hope,
My small window of opportunity,
Gone,
As I leave this town behind,
On my train

If I called you Roman,
Would you be an empire?

Twist
                                 and twirl
     and dance
                   and leap
                                                    and fly
            and sink
                                       and crash
                                                           ­ and fall
                      and break
     and cry
                                                  love
      ­                                                           and die.

Twigs
Snap like fingers together
I can feel
You, in the wind

What is it to deserve another?
Is it a mere vow,
the price of a coveted soul?
Nothing can be so simple,
so dangerously complex,
so contrary,
as love.

I don't love you
just so you'll love me back.

Close your eyes
and feel the weight;
like a winter coat
dragging you under water.

Close your eyes
and exhale.

Stop counting stars,
Look me in the eye,
It's unsettling,
Too innocent,
The way you gaze at my shoulders,
Like they should collapse,

Stop watching the grass grow,
It's dead in my fingers,
I want you to stop me,
Don't let me speak

My pulse fades fast,
The end is nigh,
I'm at loss without you,
Unsure of myself,
Or how to be,
Longing for the comfort,
Of the gentle touch,
Of your warm fingers,
On my cool skin,
To lose ourselves,
In a place untouched,
By Time's withering hand

I love you,
Used to mean,
So much,
When naivety,
Was all we had,
Until nightfall,
Approached,
And the fire,
Died inside you

Like a house of cards,
All that I was,
Came tumbling down,
Fallen to the floor,
Scattered around me,
I sought solace in my vices,
In pain and lies,
I lost myself in arms,
Arms that didn't hold me,
Quite the same,
That slipped away,
Too fast to close the wounds,
I left my emotions on the sand,
Drenched in poison,
My reasons in summers past,
Until you opened my eyes

Nothing else can consume me
so completely, so terribly,
as our excruciating, infinite love.

Hear my love confession
whispered under the blackness of night.
It trembles from my lips
like your sweet kisses;
traded like secrets
passed with fumbling hands
and twisted limbs
tied around your waist like a knot,
too tight to unravel
with these silent words.

I want to be the kind of
******* your mind
when you sing in the shower
and your voice goes soft
thinking about my skin.

When you close your eyes,
your mind hazy with desire;
I want to be the one
on the tip of your tongue.

A humble void, announced
by glaring, violent neon.
Glowing between the bones
of dusk and reborn light.
You wander between the space
of almost and not quite.
You are never quite, never quiet.

I spend my days,
Staring out windows,
At effortless blue sky,
And the nights,
Blinking up,
At blatant, white ceilings,
Through the darkness,
Just waiting,
For it to be over

For your call,
I was so impatiently,
Lying in the rainfall,
Each second, an eternity,

Hours pass slowly,
Surely years have gone by,
If only immediately,
You would reply

Stop me.

I need help.

I will keep bleeding. I will keep bleeding. I will keep bleeding.

Until you hear me. Hear me.

Snap the metal. Snap the bars. Snap the wrists. Snap my neck.

I need a wake up call.

I need a phone call.

Stop me.


Wake me up.

Burn me down,
I'm not breathing,
Keep the composure,
I'm not feeling,
Hold on another moment,
I'll forget the second it's over,
Don't let me forget,
This time,
Wake me up

Walking,
I feel my weight,
So strangely weightless,
Yet heavy at the same time,
Crowded is this room,
Full of strange faces,
None but a few familiar,

Walking,
I feel so alone,
Even amongst this crowd,
So large, so loud,
Wishing for a place,
Secluded and tranquil,
To lie beside you,
Confide in you this feeling,
A place to belong with you,
In your strong - yet cautious - arms,

But I am walking

Are you sleeping,
Under that black cloud,
When you know I'm still awake,

Can't you taste it,
That scarlet rust,
Snaking through our fingers,

Open your eyes,
You'll miss me,
If you're not careful

With vehement force,
The white, weighty water,
Races between my thighs,
Grazing my fingertips,
Crashing into the wasted bank,
And splintered stone,
Scattered about the course,
Surging towards the fringe,
Of the river road,
My toes curl,
Latched to the rock-ridden surface,
Fighting the undertow,
As the water plunges,
Down the waterfall

Such a sweet suffocation,
Welcomed with open arms,
Too trusting,
But not wrong in their faith

We love not,
For joy nor hate,
Not for thrill,
Or to silence our vanity,
We love,
To be loved

I was so naive,
To think we'd see it all,
That he'd stay for tomorrow,
Though the end was so close,
We were young,
Believing in forever,
Could we have known?

What hurts the most,
Is keeping it all,
Inside,
Knowing it would feel,
So right,
Letting you go regardless,
Of everything,
Because I know the answer,
Is no

In the back of my mind,
I know I will fall asleep,
Crying and alone tonight,
Like every other,

In my aching bones,
I feel the ground quiver,
As you slam the door,
On your way out,
Never to return,

I can't deny this truth,
No matter how hard I try,
To block out your voice,
Yelling, "Don't ever expect to see me again!",
To imagine you didn't leave,
That you'll be home soon,

I still feel you,
Fighting my hands,
Fighting my desperate grasp,
In turn, ripping yours,
From my shaking figure,
Throwing me to the floor,

I know how these events played out,
I play them back,
Again, again,
It hurts,
I do it anyway,
To bring you back,
The only way I know

In a world full,
Of 'no's and 'never's,
Bursting with 'tomorrow's,
Though out of 'now's,
Drowning in sorrow,
And struggling for joy,
What truly matters?

He penetrates stone walls,
And sees the truth,
Behind the lies,
And the empty smile,

There is something beyond,
Laughter,
Something dark,
Something hollow and broken,

Layered with dust,
Lies the grave,
Of what was once,
Happiness