This weather usually bothers me. I don't know if it's the time of year, The season itself, Lack of sunlight, Or a concoction of the three, But something always changes. Maybe the breeze touches my bones, Freezing my brains, Slowing me down, And making me sad. Maybe the chilled breath Of death himself Against my veins Makes my instincts Scream to bury myself alive On a field of landmines.
the shadows dance on the spot you left indented in the mattress a reminder of its emptiness. we destroyed ourselves in the nick of time to sell our souls to the new age and uncover all the sins we wished to find. the wind shakes the trees and my bones our bodies no longer a place we call home through trouble and turmoil you'd think we'd have grown but instead, we're trapped in crowded bars, streets and houses alone.
there is no color in your cheeks as you lay flat on your back finger raised to the air a smile grazing your face last breath escapes but your smile never fades i think i love it the way you hate the world and all the things in it but you embrace the rain like a mother embracing her child