The midnight sky is dark;dark as a bottomless pit.
But I wonder if it would be as dark as that darkness that's been residing in my soul

I can hear the voices wispering in my head. I can hear them singing. Or are they screaming? I think I'd never know.

The knives are sharp. They cut holes in my heart. It bleeds everytime it beats. It hurts even when I'm asleep.

I feel the walls closing in. I know its only a matter of time before they crush my soul. I tried to stop them but who am I to have the power to do so?

I cannot breathe. The shadows of reality are smothering me. My lungs are filling up with black waters. I can feel my life fade away as I drown in sorrow.

There used to be light inside my eyes. They used to sparkle with hope. Now all I can see are two black souless holes when I look in the mirror.

"Will this ever end?", I wonder,"Will there ever be a way out?" Maybe the pain is the key to the door. Maybe this is a stepping stone. Or maybe this is how it's supposed to end.

I can see it in her eyes
when she comes creeping in.
She's been somewhere she promised me
she'd never go again.
She thinks that I won't know it.
She thinks that I can't tell.
She forgets how many times
she's put us through this hell.   
She's sitting right beside me,
but She's not really there.
There mothers slowly dying,
Killing herself without a care.

Everytime I see your name,
hear your voice,
see your face,
I get this sinking feeling inside
because we no longer talk.
And what a tragedy,
for we broke so quietly,
without a single drama.
You went with your friends,
people I am strongly against,
and I went with my new friends.
I've always known that one day
you are not going to be mine.
But whenever I hear you laugh
coming out of my speaker,
my fingers itch to type 'hi' and
talk about my day with you.
But I don't.
I know you're going to reply warmly.
But I also know, that we won't be
what we used to be.

Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
The twitches
of a witch's
evil eye.

Mirages,
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.

the superficial makes my soul, shopping until the mall closes
honey i got broken eyes in these sweat filled nights for sure
and people order everything online, ******* to food
and i love to say i want all the attention when it comes
like to stay with my twelve pierced ears on these starred streets
people made of plastic and the fat people get shamed, i live
in a house that somebody else pays for and i say i love him
every once in awhile, i fall apart and he can buy things to fix me
and that's just what i hate and love about me
i fall apart and maybe that's what i deserve

it wasn’t love
rather lust
a gentle hand
a breach of trust
a quickened breath
an easy lie
a dance with death
a hard goodbye.