I've been there, locked away in hell.
Trying to scream and trying to yell
But failing to produce sound
Looking around
Seeing nothing but black
Feeling as if I'm going to be attacked
I can't fend for myself
I can't win
This isn't good for my health
It makes the beast within
Grow mad for blood
Pushing you down into the mud
Feasting on your feelings
Ripping off your wings
So you're stuck forever in hell
No ability to leave and no ability to yell

I’m lost in the echoes of closed lips
The words right on the cusp
But are never allowed to breath
For it would be too painful

In a forest of lies
I search for my home
The place of safety and comfort
That has been lost long ago,
Or may have been imagined

The tall walls of enclosure
And surrounding views of grey
Now ring in my mind as suffocating-
There is no joy in serving a sentence
When no crime has been committed

Here I sit on a Tuesday afternoon
Alone in an empty shell
Searching for my roots where this began
But I find nothing of interest
And say my farewell
So I can keep searching for a place to call *home

In the darkness
I hold the trickle of your whisper
like a falling feather

feel the contralto tick
of a heartbeat
skin against skin

holding each other
as if flowers
delicate in the breeze

tumbling through
a carmine flush
of desire

}stop me from dying
}only you  are able to
}I  beg you, o death

never before has it felt so good
to stand and wait
as i call out your name in hopes
enough is enough
i touch out and try to feel you
i want to love you
i want to feel everything you are
and i want to hurt
but mostly i want to fade with you
and be you guiding angel
love your soul

The
Lame
Can't walk on his foot
But he can walk through his dream