for months now my body’s been clean-

but i’m itching to make it scream-

to make it pay-to make it cry-

since i can’t seem- to make my eyes.

my blurryface- he wanders-he flirts-

i know that he feeds-off of my hurt

-i’m falling through the bleeding trapdoor-

and i don’t know if i can do this anymore.

i wish my march was over and i could go-

to that angry place down below-

at least- then- the earth and the sky-

would not be blotted by my life.

you can protest-and you can persist-

you can tell me i’m not worthless-

but no matter-what you say- i’ll still believe-

the universe- it would be better- without me.

Taken by sleep?-no i’m taken by you-

but i wish sleep would take me- away from the truth-

everything i touch- it crashes and burns-                  

everything i love- it ends up hurt.

I’m not a demon-but I’m controlled by one-

he loves to hear you scream- to see you run-

when you cry its like music- to his ears-

he makes all things good- disappear.

So i would advise you- here and now-

to run before it happens- before he breaks out-

I know what he can do- locked in my head-

and how much worse it will be- if he gets out again.

Her lonely eyes were vacant
devoid of any soul
the face that looked back, hated
a loner's mournful call
The trees around seemed to scream
that she was alone
and bitter was this place
that she called her home
Time seemed to stop
everything was still
her tortured mind moved on
against her will
Her body screamed in protest
her hands quivered in fear
she knew she was next-
her end was near

The way it beats on the roof
and sends the leaves swirling
the beauty that comes after perfect proof
the sky's mood ever changing
   The way it makes things grow again
and gives the world a fresh start
the way it soothes your soul,
and tugs at your heart.
  The way it tastes salty as it falls
on my tongue
the deep and refreshing smell it brings to my lungs
  Some may like sunshine
but me i prefer when its windy
and the skies are grayer.

Cats are like introverts,
emotional and withdrawn rather rude and curt.
Dogs are like extroverts,
crazy and mischievous, laughing through their hurt.
They both are the same, underneath the masks they wear,
trying to keep others from knowing their cares.

The woman glanced back at me anxiously as if she was concerned
the thought that she would care for me seemed utterly absurd.
i stared in return and our eyes locked in to place.
I wondered why she cared for me with those cuts on her own wrists and face.
I could see her heart beating inside her chest, though wrapped in stone and compressed.
I wondered who she was before her eyes became cold and her heart turned to stone.
I started and finally could see; the woman locked in glass was really me.

I looked up and there he was, set with diamonds; as bright as the sun.
He wanted me to come but i could not; disappointed a whispy veil fell upon his face.
startled i stepped back in fear, though he made no noise that i could hear.
He set a gentle kiss on my neck then all was still and i feared he had left.
The road was shadowy and his tears fell upon me.
Then i heard him roar as the trees shook in his fury.
How was i enchanted by such a temperamental worry?
I began to sing softly as if to calm him
He began to settle and the fire in his eyes began to dim.
I knew i had to break his silent embrace when the stars began to disapear from his face.
Surprised, i found i was in love with the night, an enduring love that would never die.

I bought you this sweater for your birthday
to let you know your in my heart,though far away
I know the colors will suit you so well
It shows love so hard to express or tell
I wish i could have made it but i don't have the skill
but know its full of trust,love,affection, and good will
If your feeling lonely or down
If you wanna touch the clouds
think of the words written above
slip on the sweater and feel the love
Anyway i hope you like your sweater
wear it at night in chilly weather
put it on when need a warm hug
when you get a cold, or catch a bug.