You killed my heart.
By it was my fault.
I was searching for reasons to make you hate me.
A master of my twisted craft, I forced you into this.
Now I sit amongst the smoking rubble of my life,
Everything burnt away but the pain.
I tip my empty glass in agony, willing just one more drop to appear,
To satisfy my thirst.
My dreams are mostly dead, my latest is to keep the drunken stupor for as long as possible.
This bland, empty nothing, with the dull ache reminding me that you're never going to love me.
Though I loathe those who succumb to wallowing, I finally understand the hype.
For there truly is nothing so beautiful and sweet as someone in the throes of self torment.

Can't have it
Don't want it
I say it
But I don't mean it

You're it
I'm sick
Your wit
Feeds my addiction

I'm over it
You want it
Don't get it
**** this I've had it

The moon is quiet and thoughtful.

Roads barren and damp with the sweat of horses and their riders.

Prints of disheveled hooves embedded in the ground.

The putrid smell of smog, hints of cobblestone and blithering drunks, waits in the distance.

London’s finest on Fleet Street, where the people live in fear.

Todd glares into the fiercely sparse street and mourns a farewell to a life of prosperity.

Lamps flicker as the oil barely lingers, while dawn silently but swiftly approaches.

The poets dream for slews of new and benevolent days, whilst their slumber is interrupted by the tower bell.

Six times the ringing and the brightest star reveals its radiant beauty o’er the steamy ledges of London.

don’t put down the pen

keep going

struggle through the pain sweat it out

tears and jeers they come and push your face to the ground

these decisions have never been so hard

and I’m drowning in all the fear and disappointment

that I might not be cut out for this.

I have to reach higher ground but lack the will

please tell me I can

take me back to when it all made sense

where none of this matter and we can just be.

be free and be forever happy and willing to take chances or break hearts trying to feel something

again we are back to this game of wishing we had it all when we really need to understand that

- everything we lost we already have.

cry for me baby but cry only once

pick yourself up again and walk tall towards the shining bliss that

may pull you under

but simultaneously makes you stronger.

the biggest unanswered question of the century is

how do we get out of life alive?

...Give me a blank canvass and I'll paint you a picture
Give me your mind and I'll teach you to believe
Trust me with your hands and I'll show you how to love
Embrace me with your body and we'll make music together.

Shower me with your words and I'll cleanse your soul with mine.
Cut me with your anger and I'll bleed your reasons.
Give me your tears and I'll make you smile again.
Quench my heart of its longing and I'll do whatever it takes.

Speak to me with truth and I'll sing to you with love.
Sit quietly with me and I'll tell you my secrets.
Fall asleep in my arms and I'll guide you to good dreams
Wish upon a star for me and I'll wish on one too...

This feeling
I've felt before
It has returned for a brief moment in time
to torment me further.
Leave my head - my heart
flutters with every word, every sound, every letter
from my memory.
Every song in my head on replay in your eyes
Let's press rewind and go back to where limitless was a lifestyle
When sunsets melted into sunrises and
For lack of sleep we laughed till we cried.
When I remember us at our best.