die.
dying.
died.


cry.
crying.
cried.


lie.
lying.
lied.

She doesn’t like to leave the house.
Her mother disapproves.
‘Why don’t you go socialise?’
She could, but with who?
Her fictional prince?
Those middle-aged band members?
Her favourite characters in that one book?
She has embraced her isolation.
Mother will just have to do so too.

Paint my eyes with hues of purple.
Cake my lips in black.
Dye my hair blue and call me a maniac.
Tie a rose to my neck, the colour of blood shall do.
Thick black eyeliner is far overdue.
I'm not terribly depressed.
I just enjoy the peace found in death.
I'm not that messed up.
Yet stories of torture are so beautiful and dark.
I love a haunting piano-based tune.
But screaming is just as elegant too...

welcome, my friend, to this mental institution.
  please sit back and unwind.
    i hear you tried to **** yourself a half a dozen times.
      we will take good care of you, shall i cover all your scars?
        we will have you leave here, a corpse that can drive a car.
          so now we have your details, please wait here in your room.
        oh, by the way. your roommate's just like you!
      don't worry she won't bite. but give her space to brood.
    so please take your meds and think those happy thoughts.
we guarantee you will leave as soon as you've paid for the services you bought.

His pale face always reminded her of the coldness that came with death.
Her cold words always reminded him of the paleness of the world.
As she danced a final dance in that striking charcoal dress.
She sang herself to sleep.
‘So long and goodnight, so long and goodnight’.
The emotion he conveyed was enough to make her sink.
Deeper and deeper so close to the brink.
When he shut his eyes she said her final goodbyes.
When they opened again, she was no longer in sight.
So long and goodnight.

Waiting, waiting, more and more waiting.
All I do is wait.
All this life is forming to is a list of things.
Things that make me wait.
Patience is key they said.
You'll be happy in the end they said.

Im still waiting.

Waiting for my crown,
my glory,
my fall
my failure.

All in good time.

chipping, chipping away are the corners of our lives
peeling off every day is the motion of the tides
biting and scratching and screeching is the sound of those in pain
my nails tell a story of earth, that’s it. simple and plain