i'm forgetful when you're around
maybe when you're away too
i don't know
i cant remember

i have a bad habit of staring into the sun.
back then, i could blame my innocence,
maybe ignorance, but
what's my excuse now?

as I lay here, dying in your arms,
terrifying thoughts of the afterlife flood my mind.
it seems the devil has his chains around my ankles
slowly dragging me into a deep abyss of perpetual darkness.
my soul is now ascending out of my body
as it is left to rot in a world full of corruption.
you're my last glimpse of life,
i can still feel you pulling me closer.
your last kiss, so passionate,
your last touch, so spiritual.
i lay here, motionless, paralyzed in time,
dying in your arms, so beautifully.

everything i've ever felt will all mean nothing as i lie in my bed, and let it all bleed out. the dark red stains on my grey bedsheets are left to remind those of whom i loved,
that their love wasn't enough,
to save me from myself.

last night,
I saw the stars in your eyes,
& the only difference between you & them,
is that they were long dead,
but you,
have got a soul that will never die,
as long as you preside by me.

I saw a shooting star,
& I wished,
I hoped,
that this night would never end,
and by some kind of miracle,
this love would last too.

but 'twas a mere fantasy,
as the night,
ended,
but as wishes do not come true,
miracles,
do.

I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity
anxiety fills my conscience along with insidious darkness

I wonder why the world is so cold and painful, as frostbite is to my lips
a taste so bitter all forms of hope are demolished

I hear the voices of past souls, trying to advise me to turn around
but I persist to shield my ears, leading me to restless nights

I see shadows of my tormented past, guiding me to obscure loneliness
haunting me with past doubts and sorrow

I want to live my life without the regrets, regrets still chewing away at my being
unsympathetic to my cries of solitude

I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of the demons trying to attack me
oppressed by antiquated misery that dwells in the darkness of my mind

I pretend I don’t hear them shrieking my name
like a banshee in the celtic sea

I feel them gnawing at the depth of my perspectives
unable to see beyond the path of obstruction

I touch the feelings of joy and happiness, but am never able to grasp it
the guiding light seems to dim to darkness as my vision blurs to black

I worry that these demons will not flee
They vow bottomless wealth with a side of endless burning

I worry that they will eventually rule my mind body and soul
My senescent spirit is tempted by the sinister evils of the malicious ghouls hungry for empathy

I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity