It's dark in the wild searching
For my inner child
As i lay my sins down
Onto the ground
I'm trying to run
But i can't help still holding on
To the thread
And the voice driving me to insanity
That only lives inside my head.

If this torn and tattered message finds you
note that I have embraced another
your turn is yet to come

A short story
exposed bones

Poetry in motion
skeletal songs

Till the end, from the beginning,
There is barely meaning.
Probably, after the end.

I like you, but not the way you think
my friendship though, is soft as mink
you shall find your own
or you will indeed be alone
do not fret
as you are one's best bet

If this is love
I want no part in it
The jealousy
The heartache
It's overwhelming
Stop
I don't want it
It fuels me with rage
Why am I so upset?
You're not even mine