I heard you found peace in your darkest demons.
  I mean the ones that laugh and speak when no one is listening.

I am the silent screams of
         Saturday morning after a drunken fight of Sunday.
       Tidal waves of emotions drown my mind
          Corrupted ideas leave my veins wide open exposing my inside to the
   Poisons of life.
              I am the burning flame in the
     Eyes of December rain
  The freezing particles most people just forget my name.
       Transparent as if disguised.
   I am the 7 years to life in 2012
       Captured for the pills that drained every good in my heart..
  Reaching through bars for someone to realize I'm alive

Silent screams from self indulged diluted paradoxes casts a spell on the unforgivable lips kissed by the devilish characters dancing upon a grave settled by many.
Transparent silhouettes race to embrace their simple structures some unattended by close perceptions of love.
Drained from pupils an acidic remedy consumes the purity of the children laughing a bout.
Fists crossed in anguish pollute with devastation causing a fury manifestation corrupting innocence not so sweet.
Society speaks in vocal peaks damaging the mentality of not 1 2 but 3 million in one millisecond.
Yet no one believes how well proverty speaks.
Uneducated, unemployed disappointments most see yet the struggle at face is way more than ***** sheets but ****** hands covered in fibers of cotton that stained green.
Pity pity pity me no us no we.

You make me smile
in places unknown for grins.
Come here. I'll show you.

"Don't speak to her again.."
Echoed through my chest.
  It hurts like hell
It all hurts like hell
Losing her is like losing me
How could this be.
How?..
That question eats away at me.

My fingers grazed over the pages of a book as the words stained my skin.
Promiscuity.. punctuality.. prerequisite.
Words with definition unknown to my simple mind.
The words stained deeply.
Causing a story to be written on my flesh
I wonder if others can see it.
On my forehead it began at least I believed
It wrapped around my whole body spiraling.
The depth in the words raced through my soul
Hurt, passion and love fell victim to my inked skin.
The lettering encrypted crinkling speaking of passion needed to be set free.
Rain nor just water washed it away.
I literally wore my heart on my sleeve as the deepest secrets I held read clear there.
I placed my hand on a book and my body transformed.
I was a story of my own
I did not master my words yet my story grew.

The clash of ash as the gun bangs
The monster under your bed is mystical
But the one in your head is positively real
He controls everything. Even your fears
He is the one who swallows your tears
For years..
He is the dark mist that fills you with bliss then pure manipulation
The anger in the wind that makes you lash out at random
He is the nightmare that eats your brain
Hell driven & insane
Deranged.
Yet you never complained
This monster your best friend
You were never alone.
As you grab your head.