Mirrors will never forget
The names I've called
And the fates I've met
From crying by myself.
I really don't know
What has become of me
Bloodshot eyes and deafening cries
And I scream and I scream again
Until long,
Nothing is left of my sanity
And I call your name once more.

Could it be you calling me down
Dressed in wax when I heard the sound
Zeal! The wax of my ears jumped and my heart pound..
Like a dog in the dog pound looking at a old master that familiar word of mouth
I'm asking for too much now
What is up must come down
And your voice that old familiar sound
Like raised eyebrows
Excited for the moment
For the moment
The moment..
Moment?
Our moment is gone as I scrolled down your picture was old news But I love the moment
Such a familarface gone wrong
*scrolls down

The point beyond exhaustion
The place where you no longer hunger for the comfort of sleep
You'd rather stay awake through another agonizing night
Letting your mind run wild with obscenity
You'd rather be conscious through the pain out of spite
This is the point beyond mental deformity
The place where isolation is more than meets the eye
You'd rather be here alone, with no one to distract you from your self destruction
This is where you keep the torn pieces of yourself from sight
You'd rather be quarantined from their pollution
This is the place where you come to write

Remark, pageant, how well this worn Cartesian speaks silence instead of wit.
Crucify maybe and often; singsong prattle succumbs him you.
Torturified lamb’s breath, teensy sighs and sweep of tentacled agog garners attention and wildfire – hop and home to not attend, to see.
Brandish magma wake and crystal cleanse re-barb, vicious cycle in heat patterned pro-guiro neural network, neat, loud for senses laden.
Up them and through them.
Scent the seeks you stones in barb, a fence in white a guttered prose, slitherentine.
Stately made his gatekeep - defend you. Harbor outwards with willpower nonchalant.
Pardon his with provocations, decadent don’t they know. (You know you, don’t they?)
And then.

closure was the curtain draw
to the black letters scattered
on my screen
closure looked much different for me
while his curled up nicely into a box
shoved away in the attic of electric complacency
a roar of praise for his due diligence
crashed onto my deaf ears
my body escapes me
closure must bend around my bruises
must swell to compensate phantom limbs
that breach my boundaries
because a body remembers,
imprints sensations into the skin
so closure can never truly cling to it

I find myself lost again
In a pit void of light and hope
(With familiarity to bruise me further)

Who would drop me in here?

Where any weep you let out
No matter how quiet
Will echo back with the weight of all your sorrows

It's not like "friendship" and "true love" will help
Oh No
They have only dragged me deeper
Piercing my heart with blade called trust
And using you as a steping stone to leave
The very place I drown in

Why would they leave?

Only the lights of moments once shared
Seem to offer
Or some sense of it
But even the brightest of stars fade over time
Why would hope be any different?