If I'm going to hell for loving you
Then send me down.
Because I'm not backing out.

I'm sorry
I'm not entirely
Here.
But my heart
Has passed
Away now
And there's
Nothing to
Mourn it
Anymore
But
My mind.

I
He was leaning by a face,
He was looking into eyes,
And he knew a trysting-place,
And he heard seductive sighs;
But the face,
And the eyes,
And the place,
And the sighs,
Were not, alas, the right ones—the ones meet for him—
Though fine and sweet the features, and the feelings all abrim.

II
She was looking at a form,
She was listening for a tread,
She could feel a waft of charm
When a certain name was said;
But the form,
And the tread,
And the charm,
And name said,
Were the wrong ones for her, and ever would be so,
While the heritor of the right it would have saved her soul to know!

I'm fighting to stay
I'm fighting a haze
stuck in my bed all day
in my head always.
hard to get up
Empty, I'm Empty
mind cruising on e
exhaust
exhaustion riding me
exhausted, just trying to hide me.
I'm secluded all the time.
Stuck with myself
stampede of thoughts
crowding my mind
escaping from a place
you would only find
behind a door
filled with crazy
sounds just like my dads snoor
I think I may hate myself.
The type to preach self love
but has no self worth
the type to come home to a Don
then call me a Ben
the type to give no *****
morals are dead
no longer clear
I live in a world of fear
fear that the people we now consume
allow to rule
our worlds
in our minds
we live in a new world
where fame is not real
the unknown should be the known
and the ones standing up right now
should take a seat
A world where everyone is living inside a screen
stars are not created anymore
stars don't come out from hiding anymore
the stars with the light
hide
stay clear of the night.

A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.