The numbing struggle of the day to day doesn't reach me inside this gilded cage
Reason beyond the rhyme kills me with the ever expanding process of time
From here to now I speak not why
The only motive is not to lie
To the ones that I hold dear all that you get is what appears
Should you find it at fault recognize that aren't we all
We bleed the same blood from the inside
So throw away your wounded pride
Come with me instead I'll show you a new world inside your head.

Hello to everyone,

I suffer from an
paralyzing case
of shyness,

Hello from inside of my head;
I want out, but is
there an escape from within?

Let's greet each other
like the dusk and dawn;
before Time splintered
us into separate halves;
before Space
arrived
and took
everything away

Hello, I see you noticed
the tears streaming down my face;

It doesn't give you the right
to ask me what's wrong
or if I feel
any pain

But would you just stay
anyway?

At least until the voices
become silent
whispers at the end
of this deep
dark
cave

Hello, self
it's been a while
since we last talked;

and if I remember correctly,
it was about

how much a oneway ticket
to hell would

cost.

In the midst of my coming of age,
I lost myself.
What was once a one-way street is now a crossroad in the heart of the fields.
24 eyes staring at me from all directions,
waiting for my next step,
I'm waiting for my next step.
There are no signs of where the paths will go
nor signs of how much miles the road was
but I'm letting my heart take the lead.
For in the midst of the trip or maybe at the end of the road I know,
I will find myself again.

Ropes chafe skin
With hungry, jagged teeth
As darkness runs amok
With dancing shadows.
Light disrespects privacy,
Timidly glancing from windows
And street lamps.
Watching the rhythmic black waves
As they devour and regurgitate
A delicate visage surrounded
By heavy bones,
A single glimmering fang
Protrudes from rotting innocence,
Ignorance silhouettes eye sockets
That pool with indifference.
Blood spills, mixing with venom
Blending guilt with pleasure.
The moon smiles as stars die,
The treacherous sun
Murders the night,
The world turns as it loses life.

-SLuR

Callused feet trudge through thick grime, and shards of glass
Heavy steps stain the cobblestone of hell's path.
Corpses turn to dust, as souls wail for forgiveness
Their pleas echoing
'clean' and 'sinless'
Begging for release of the twisted flame
That constricts and chains them to endless pain.
The tortured bellow from the deepest pits
The soulless tremble in the darkness that satan's heart emits,
The carnivorous shadows that eat away at rotting flesh
Writhing with the movement of roaches and maggots.
This empire of filth, this dirt-made palace
Whose walls reverberate with a certain madness.
Cackles weave through sonorous sobs of sadness.
Here we cling to porous pools of hope
That leak and seep into the void of the unknown.

-SLuR

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

The sorrow is yours,
As much as it's mine,
Your heart has rights to its tears,
The same way mine cries.

The treasured moments,
Are tucked,
In the curve of my lips,
Just the way they, sometimes, creep to your cheeks,
And make you blush.

The nostalgia, the sweet pang behind them,
Can be read in your eyes,
Just as obviously as they show in mine.

The sorrow is yours,
As much as it's mine,
Your heart has rights to its tears,
The way mine cries.

Don't bother drawing lines,
We are bound to cross,
My heart is crazy,
Just as bad as yours.

The rumors that transcend,
Like wildfire in dry woods,
My contribution to these stories,
Are as much as yours.

Give words to these memories,
A tune to these words,
The old tune that you'll hum,
Will belong to me, as much as it belongs to you.

My verses,
And your prose,
Tell the same tale,
Of same loss.

This sorrow is yours,
As much as it's mine.