There is something out there, beyond all sight
It gathers in the storms of thought and whispers
Dread to the light, which trickles down into squalor
Poisoned with the doubt of purity, questioned then
By points obscured and now embittered to all
What ruin has befallen us, to bring us down so low
We pray one day the depths will rise
And swallow the light of the stars

Fading is a light once so bright it warmed our bodies in the bitterness of winter.
Now what's left is ashes of a love story that can never be told.
So cold its difficult to even remember.
Dim lights from embers slowly fade; we have become that change.
In time; out of sight and out of mind, we'll be ashes in the wind.
Having Learned from a faded love, that'll never be felt again.

We truly did feel the devil inside

Old castles hold a beautifully dark aura that poisons the mind

with dark energy and the need to keep the pain alive that we caused in others

Never let that energy die and never surrender to the forces that want to hold you down,

but rather make them feel a bullet in the head

cause you can beat them down and break free

And in the end tell them I  wish you hell

because looking at you simply just makes me love the way you hate me

Make them feel the bitterness in your heart
and see the chaos that is dominating your mind like a storm

now i can sleep
much much better
knowing that
those red lips
he refused to kiss
were the same lips
that told me
to '*******.'

5 hours of sleep, wake to a text telling me that I need to open.
I had to rush, hopefully I put my head on straight.
Barely said hello or goodbye to my love.

I shouldn't complain.
Longer hours means more money.
It's hard not to trudge to this place.
40 to over 60 year old women, some of whom are bitter with how their life ended up.
20ish young adults who can't find better jobs, me included.

Just space out all day because trying to have any sort of conversation ends up with, "Well with me..."
Spouting off facts like they know everything.
Then a young 20 year old who takes part in every conversation.

Just remember it sometimes pays the bills.
Just remember it is temporary.
Just remember it is a stepping stone to something greater.

Sometimes you just have to stick it out.
It isn't a race.
Take your time.
You'll get to where you need to.

I am coffee for one,
Sipping on the bitter taste of loneliness as it sinks and slips down my throat.
I am one flight, one way,
Watching as clouds float by, all clustered together in a perfect daze.
I am sitting alone,
As words blur before me of another damsel being saved by another possessive brute.
I am a joke,
Made by two swooning lovers as they forget their bags of loneliness tethered to their hearts.
I am me.
A half working, cynical, unloveable soul who was marked by brutes who thought I wouldn't burn.
I am waiting.

R.