bleeding isnt fun
but its easy

In my game everything goes a little better
In my life victory taste a little bitter
Im far too cold to care about the weather
I guess god is right and i am just a sinner

I hope you leave so I can start to miss you
Fearing the world is a step too far
I like to live in a special place of solitude
I guess it helps to wonder where you are

When will the rain come and segrigate
The orgin and the man so intertwined
When did the hateful consumate
I guess i'll leave my identity in mind

And when the times comes
Dont get me wrong, i hope it does too
And when the last chime rings
Dont get me wrong, i hear them too
And when the lights start flickering
Dont misunderstand my state of mind
And when someone comes looking


I'll drag my nails acrost the chalkboard
So i can stay here forever, and create clever pictures

you wonder why your fist bleeds
as i stand across from you with ****** teeth
and your only concern
is why your knuckles feel so raw
as my teeth fall at your feet, shattering
i am the one who was hurt
left to the pain, fed to the wolves
and yet you are the one crying
for your damaged skin
wondering, wondering, oh -
how dare you hurt me like this!

In lonely moments
I stroll the waning memories
when love pure smiled blissfully
deep within a fawning heart

a wistful melody arises untainted
like a steaming enslaved passion
                         breathlessly released
                              unrestrained,..

         ­                          evident
                    as the pressed and dried flowers
          cuddled between life's ardent petaled pages,
                         bookmarks of the heart

                         traces of the wild bouquets
                         that often soothingly caress’d
                         the energizing tingles  
                         inflaming a tantalizing touch

                         the yearning  empty voids
                         feverishly undressed,
                         traced in the hidden sands
                         of unexplored oceans..
                        
                         though time and distance
make the bereft heart grow helplessly fonder,
memories fade softly as the summer breeze befalls,
  
                         as gentle feather’d touch
                         the evanescent sunset afterglow
                         where the earth and sky align
                         the dimming of the day

         loving can heal
the poet’s bleeding words,
loving can mend your soul ―

                         the perennial dawning of an
                         unpromised new day
                         will someday come again

        bequeathed like the bluebird’s mirthful song
to bring forth nascent wild flowers’ blossoming petals
              flourishing in the meadow of my heart


                 *Someone you used to know

I would reach into my chest
And wrestle my heart back into rhythm
Because only beating hearts can take a beating,
And maybe you don’t know it
But if making me bleed, leaves you wanting more
Then each time you disappoint me
I’ll keep a little life in my veins
So I can be resuscitated.

Wounds that bleed for years
are silent.
Only underneath this band-aid
you'll hear howling dogs.

She doesn't know,
she never will--
how this wound still bleeds,

how her naive knife just

sinks,
deep.

Im a failure....
Nothing else,
Nobody cares
Im feeling lost
And no one wants to help me
They claim to help me but they lied
Lied to me....
Lied about how I'm going to succeed in life.....
Lied about how good god is
Lied about how life is good

Lies.......

God didn't hear me cry for him.......
He didn't do ****...
Im giving up.....
Im giving up on life......
Nobody seems to care

Nobody wants a failure......
My parents abandoned me
And sent me away.......

Die......
Die in a field of black dying roses,
Where my heart can bleed with them without having anyone asking " are you ok?"

Cause all they want is to lie and cause you more pain,

Goodbye......

Forever.....

It always feels like I am bleeding,
Like I have been slashed multiple times,
And simply left here,
Effectively paralyzed,
My entire life dismissed,
As mere dust waiting to die,
And the world tells me,
With great clarity and force,
That I am powerless.

I don't need direction
I don't need your guidence
You sound like everything I hate
Theres nothing in your "hallowed" shell
Theres nothing you have to give
When i've already cursed the numbers
The time has already come
You missed it
You were never there
When you were it hurt
When you were it tore me open
I've bled out all my empathy
Im not looking for you to rescue me
When you can't even lift your wings
From the heavieness of your parades
Don't you think it's getting late?
Don't you think it's time you go home?
Walk away like you fade in the wind
Because I don't have memory of us
I don't recognize you
I guess I'm just staring into the face
Of a Ghostly past
A Ghost of my past