and even when I say I need some space
I don't mean any words I say
please don't go too far away

a dark room in the cellar
he laughed like a good old storyteller;
vengeance is what he needs
throwing away all his good deeds

A face, a form and a surface ready to be scorned. Features, edges, texture, lines- all part of something bright in spite of putting up a fight. Restless, stoic, agitated are words to combine in order to express the world which I call mine.

Sitting, staring or a mere passerby thinks as though I'm a puzzle to entangle and intertwine but rather I am a piece that has paid her lease in order to attain what they call peace.

An art called by hardly any two; strange and displeasing said by a few. Deep down I know I'm remarkable even if the flicker of intensity from my eyes are invisible.

he’s head was full of greed
and all of she was in need
grasping a reality full of dreams
an hour is enough, by all means.

there was once a boy
who needed affection
thus he found one
by the ends of damnation.

dull is the scene I see
darkness soon consumes me
but whenever I close my eyes
all I see are twisted memories
of you, and I.