“I think it’s better this way” he whispered against her ear.

She smiled seemingly agree with his words.
“We shouldn’t take a risk in the first place” she muttered.

sometimes I fear being with people
is too much
I haven’t slept my temples
Pinched
eyes weary-hallowed
is there a place where I can converse
with all the demons that walk my earth?

I am ill but mostly
sick of me.

I have given all that I love
to apparitions
i claim to care for. Sometimes I fear
they see my wil-o-wisp glow
and grow hungry for me

lost ones
come now and borrow
my hope, my vitality
It’s okay you see...
i restlessly dream
for seeping sleep deep

I am ill but mostly
sick of me.

I'm fighting demons in my head.

It fights me and straps me to my bed.

It's weird. It's really strange,

that this feeling will never change.


I can't give up just yet. Not now.

I'll keep going, though I don't know how.

I'll find a way to get rid of this thing.

Even if it hurts. Even if it'll sting.


And though I know I may never win,

I will never give up. I will never give in.

Half way through the year
And what have you did,  oh dear...  
Have you gave to people in need?
No,  you stay in the way.  
Like a ****.  
You focus on your self hoping you never delay
But the year isn't over.  
You still have time
To change the fate of the world
Even if you just have a dime.