Lurching stomachs,
churning craze,
  eternal loss,
   maybe the day?
    Loss of hope,
     murmuring voices,
      old faces,
       new places.

Life is an adventure of inspiration;
a light decoration.

She was a wonderful liar.
She wore a mask everywhere, a mask of lies, that is.
Lies were created every second.
She wanted to break free.
She wanted to actually have someone know, but they were words cased inside her that she couldn’t say.
She didn’t like talking to people wanting to get into her business with herself.
She just was there.
She wasn’t even a personality.
She didn’t exist.

Every day He lies
To himself and the world around him
He dons clothing too dark for his skin,
He closes his eyes because when they open
He only sees whats inside
You could say hes so blind to it, that he leans on it
Every morning when he gets out of bed Like a crutch
Hes the kind of broken that can never heal
Hes the bundle of sin that will never be forgotten
Hes the ball of problems that forgot how to roll
Hes so...so dead inside

Straying leaves upon the trees,
the lightning thundering free.

The light escaped the shuddering shadows,
as the only thing that matters is the soft patter.

Fleeing free, as swift as light.
The shadows seem to gleam throughout the night.

The silence
As she stands in the bathroom
With a bottle of pills
She blinks twice, three times
Then she gets the chills
She falls to the floor
With a marker in her hand
An hour goes by, two, then three
When there's a knock on the door
"Maria, please" her moms voice pleads
"There's someone here to see you"
"Maria?"
The door opens slowly
"There's a boy here to se-"
She stops mid-sentence as she watches a corpse
"Maria!"
"My baby"
Her mom looks up
A tear rolling down her cheek
"Jack it's you, it's always been you, too bad you couldn't see"
The writing enveloped the mirror
"Jack,come here please"
Jack walked thru the door
A note in his hand
"You have been number one, since day one. Maria I love you "
Maria
Too bad you couldn't see