consumed by sadness i think the child is rotting away
filled with thoughts of future, death, betrayal
where is the promised fortune and friends?
what kind of existence can this be,
when all a person lives for
is the last few minutes?

Detach, from the world,
Lost, in her own mind,
Why? Searching for an answer,
The girl wanders off,
The darkness is creeping up.

Broken, she is,
Without an answer,
Like shattered glass,
Irrepairable,
Consumed by her own grief,
She says goodbye,
For good.

-nuraishahazman-

You’re consumed by attention 

that is not mine. 

You don’t need a bit of me.

these thoughts...
they are my own,
walled within the deepest recesses
of my
cerebral labyrinth.

sprouting out of vine covered walls,
are multicoloured blooms
brandishing thorned stems
and
thirsty stigmas,
dripping with
absinthe.

mind full of poison in
permissible amounts...
i am caught in a
web of restless stupor,
anguish...
and regression...

these thoughts...
rationed out sparingly,
for they're not for unready ears
blooms of thought meticulously
triaged before
necessary expulsion.

hairline cracks between
insanity
and peace...
i tread precariously
the fine,
meandering line.

still clutching my flowers
in a tight obstinate grasp...
not letting go
for these tainted blossoms
are
undoubtedly
mine.

The monsters no longer live under my bed
They've made their home inside my head

They scream and shout through the night
When I'm alone and out of sight

They scratch and tear at my skin
It's not a battle I'm sure I'll win

I need them out or I'll go insane
They just can't get out of my brain

I'm losing my head
I wish that they has just stayed under the bed

They whisper things I don't want to hear
They tell me that my end is near

But oh my darling can't you see
That now the only monster here is me

I thought

I hated you

then

A day came when

the fear of losing you

made me realize

I did'nt

i am addicted.

addicted to how your hair flows at the right angle, and how your eyes sparkle when you speak sinful things into my ear.

i am addicted.

addicted to how high i get off of your lips. and with each kiss i think im going to overdose.

i am addicted.

its not something i can fight nor i can control.

i am addicted to all the bad and the good you do to me.