and maybe
that's what drew me to
you
i spotted the suffering in
your glance
and the skeletons in your closet
clamor for a voice
to take their remains
and lay them to rest
once and for
all.

this mind of mine
is an endless
labyrinth
to hell
every turn is for the
worse
and if i try to yell
if i try to screech for
mercy
it only echoes inside
there is a thick wall of
hate
blocking my ears to even hear
the poor girl stuck
inside
rotting inside
dying
inside

your eyes are
imprinted
in the base of my skull
and with them
i see the sun

i don't want to lose you
but i don't want to lose myself
either
sadness is inevitable
baby
let me go home once and awhile

his hands are those
of a saint
and his body
just like a monsoon
conveys my sweet tangibility
and the world
doesn't even exist

you just
sit in your hell
thinking,
pondering the idea
of others happiness
trying to find a way
to feed off of theirs
their rightful sunshine
it's not like
you can array it from
yourself
you weren't born with
such talents
and you wonder
and you cry
cry as usual
like the routine
in which
you were first grown with
and you kind of wish
you really wish
things,
anything, really
got better in this difficult time

the thought
of you
grips onto my
skull
and leaves
signatures
in blood
to make sure
i suffer for the rest
of my days