I'm down and out
spiraling in twists of fate.
It has me contemplating a date,
one I can no longer await.

So a sweet goodbye to a few,
and to some the finger is raised.
No more suicide these days,
but my time has come to go away.

Minimal bags packed,
and a ticket to somewhere unknown.
Somewhere no one knows the real me,
and where I can be alone.

At least for a bit.

           Until I have my mind figured out.

Running west is the only way to escape this black cloud.

                                                                                                  Mom, you
                                                                                                         should be
      
                                                                                                                  proud.

A shallow heart
gives her fresh cuts
with puffy red eyes,
and shattered trust.
The protective walls she once built
has just turned to dust.
Love comes wrapped in thorns,
especially when based on lust.

Show me your heart,
and I'll trade you my soul.
Give me your trust,
and I'll give the greatest love story...

ever told.

Her eyes tell a story that
her tongue simply cannot.*
Her beauty is untouched,
*but her insides have begun to rot.