I found myself a dying sun,
I lay ashore, all mem'ries gone,
Beneath a sky of crimson clay,
Where every world spends its last day.

The dusty sand beneath my form
I used to love looks so forlorn.
The waves crash down with energy
They do not wish to share with me.

I am tired of it all,
Sick to death, I take the fall.
Down to the void, abyss,
Without parting glass or kiss.

You will not find me here tomorrow,
I have drowned myself in sorrow.
The bleakest darkness of my past
Swells in the distance like a mast.

I shall not perish, all the same.
Your world is evil and insane,
Yet I shall rise again at last
While you'll be buried in the past.

How can I see where I'm going
When I'm left blinded by where I've been?
I'm hiding all this pain that I'm not showing
And I won't let you in.
This shame inside is growing until,
Only my mistakes are remaining and defining me as a human being.
The past has left me so broken,
That some of these wounds may never heal.
This emptiness inside has left me with so little left to feel.
These open wounds I hide like an addict,
Wearing long sleeves concealing what remains of the high,
your love has inflicted.
You have found your way under my skin, and
I could fight this forever knowing that I will lose you if I win,
And I can't take much more of this,
But I can't seem to let it go.
Now all the words I say just,
Fall on def ears with no one there to hear silent tears,
As I'm left with only dreams of somewhere I could hide.
This love is killing me, literally destroying me inside.
Everything I've known or ever thought was real,
Seems like it's been thrown away , now how am I suppose to feel...
I've tried to show you love, but it leaves you wanting more,
And all that remains are visions of the lives we're longing for,
Knowing that we don't want the world,
just a little space to call our own.
I want to quit all this but I don't know how,
All I know to do for now, is cling to what little hope is left  in your eyes,
And pray to God that never dies,
Because so help me, that's the only thing keeping me alive.
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved

When white wings, feathery scatter
silent as snowflakes gather
resting on rooftops.
In death, does a soul linger,
does it fly in the vastness
of forever?

Like some birds in clouds
we've never seen, though
felt in the rain, and wilds.
Swift a rush that chills
and floods the heart unknown,
a gift of truth reveals
that which eyes cannot look upon,
and only hearts
can feel.