Ounces of it crawled out of my mouth
drawing in new life until the next climaxes out

I hold it,
a small pain dawns on me
as such a tiny thing
its quite scary

A machine beeps and brings me back to reality
to a muzzle linked to my life, my face, my reality

Inclined to fear what I cannot remember
I see only masked people five steps apart
contorted faces becoming their masks

Until the dream rippled to
only a murky beeping sound
which soon enough was drowned out too
leaving a quiet room of silent saviours.

THIS HAS SOME SERIOUS SUBJECTS - suicide

Rushing through a forest,
of dashing bright colours escalating down from above,
glazing me in a warm hug.

My feet,
exposed and free from self control,
threaded through vines of ancient trees and trodden upon moss that glistened in the light that began to blush for the beginning of a sunset...or I thought it was the light.

Instead, a red line waved on a branch near the moss and with a ghostly glow,
it captivated me.

Its beauty taunted my feet,
so much so that I ran,
and in less than a second I stood taller than the branch, and evidently, the thin piece of red..hair?

I held it softly,
watching the small creature curiously, whipping around desperately against the cool breeze,
and I just got more and more curious.

I looked away, for a second scouting for another piece of delight, when I looked back the only delight I found was the sun light, reflecting of a ghostly grey line, in my pale hand.

I unfurled my fist,
and felt my heart sinking as I watched the slow sad descend of the old grey hair until I couldn't see it anymore,
and started to trod away, until that is, another ****** red hair started to blush.

However this time I,
Did not run
Did not walk fast
and Did not touch.

Instead I,
Swallowed my pride
Searched around
and Saw a long line of them on branches,
like soldiers ready to be inspected.

It was enchanting, the way the colour seemed to glow as I walked past each bunch of red hair that increased in size as I got closer to the end, ...  but at the end of the path is why I never admired the colour red again.

Strangled, dangling from a tree, red marks scraped so hard against her neck she bleeds and her hair...
her hair coming out in knots at her feet.

and i realised why her hair was so red...
it was covered in blood,
contorting to hide the grey oily twigs of  elders hair that was whisked away in the wind, to the blushing sunset I never want to see again.

Of all the things a man can say,
the worst is i forgot.
for it is the doom of men that they forget,
and of women they do not.

The mirror is my enemy,
its' reflection makes me cry;
For what I see, looking back at me,
is a Monster in disguise.
~
I avoid them like the plague,
I'd like to take them down;
'Cause every time, I look inside,
my heart falls to the ground.
~
A false view of myself,
is all I ever see;
For every time, I pass one by,
depression visits me.
~
I'd like to shatter all of them,
but it wouldn't change a thing;
So I will still avoid them,
I hate everything I see.