I am in  a loop of sorrow
Always hearing
Repeatedly,
Afresh,
Repetitive
The words tie a noose
Strangling all thoughts.
"I am stuck in a cycle"
Of never letting go,
The emotions Switching between
Love,
Hate,
Regretting
That moment we said words not
Meant out of love, but anger,
You left tears like raindrop,
And then you were gone,
"I never told you"
"I would forever say"
"When Doors closed behind you"
"I LOVE YOU"
But in anger I said
"Be gone"
"Never come back"
Fate Is a cruel mistress,
"She heard these words"
And took you before I said I love you,
"One last moment"
"One last time"
But know now each
Day the sun rises,
"I love you"
Night eclipses the day,
"I love you"
When ever I shut the door behind me
"I love you"
But no matter how many times I repeat it
Your not here too hear my words,
I visit you, watch over you
"Eternally in slumber"
I love you and wish I said it that **day.

"Two Petals fell"*
From up high, They fell
Fast,
Hard,
Stopped
And then they greeted the hard floor.
Pigment
Bled,
Saturated
Upon the surroundings.
These petals  fell in love,
And fell in silence,
They caressed eternity, still **holding hands.

I walked in to the room
A line upon the wall, "crayon"
Red,
Blue,
Black.
I was ascending, descending,
Thicker as it widened as its journey
Eclipsing the room. What wasn't upon the wall
Outside was now
Now saturated with lines,
But a difference as where there was
Blue,
Black,
Red
With fingerprints. What was dry now wet,
I watched it continue, like a moment
Carrying me along.
"My god the thickness"
"As my finger continued"
"New lines were drew"
"I needed more red"
"As words were wrote"
Crayons were
Red,
Blue,
&
Black,
"The line started"
"But it ends in red"
"In  Crimson"
"I dip my *******"
"In to your neck"
Look what happens when I needed the colours,
"You called me crazy"
But know look as I draw on the walls
Now you don't moan at the words wrote in blood
But they ran out so I used you instead.

I walk, I am a lone,
Limp feet lift upon dead ground
Left,
Right,
Onwards
I jest this failing body
Onwards towards what is the end
"I carry my weight"
"I carry my bones"
I wish to walk upon those before
This road of the dead,
Life,
Passing,
Rest
Is the only sombre thought,
But I walk on, I walk over,
I walk past upon those who
"Came before"
Billboards overhead, rest here
,Silence,
Peace,
Death
Is what waits upon those who
Stop,
I carry on never faulting.
Then that moment  before, as all have stood,
"The end of the road"
"There is just barren land"
"This road of fallen"
"It is a road upon the bodies of the fallen"*
White tiles,
White dreams,
White bones
That my knees rest upon.
Tears of anger penetrate, for nothing,
As I succumb to this Road of death,
For I am but another few cobbles
For the next one too fall upon. To further this road,
This road of white covered in dust.
This road of hope within its white gleam.
"The road of death"
Has paved another slab on its
Passage to nowhere, but **death.

I look upon the empty frame
But I see, it speaks behind,
Behind me. In front there is no
Mirror,
Reflection,
Hair
Is on end, I breath, but I am exhaling.
What expelled.
I feel whispers in each ear,
Voice,
Voices,
Words
"Telling me what I must"
Must, must, must.
I see what whispers, the reflection
That's not meant to be.
Me
I,
voices
Muttered upon myself.
"The wood Is thirst"
"It shows yourself as meant to be"
"Reflection of that not seen"
I scream, but whispers are expelled
As I walk away.
I find in front of this mirror less frame,
Old nails
Protruded,
Extended,
Overhanging
Points upon flesh.
"I find my self laying flat,"
Lacerations as I see a reflection
"In this Mirror less frame"
It is me laughing as I bleed upon wood,
I see that which took me,
It was me that **fed the wood...