Whenever I’m happy I become sad
Whenever I’m sad I become disconsolate

A gloomy cloud hangs over my head -
Showering me in black thoughts,
Soaking me in dangerous emotions
Weighing me down with what if questions

Everyday my heart hands out invitations
Everyday my minds says I should know better
Nothing’s wrong with being emotional
Nothing’s wrong until the pain have to be released
I keep my pride n tell everyone lies

I’m tempted to turn my pain physical
To mark my skin
To cut my thighs
It’s something I could hide
Something that would make me feel relieved inside

Cranberry juice spilled around
coffee stains on her shirt,
motionless her legs
emotionless her heart,
cold breeze tickled her ear
her dog wanting to play,
all anxious for her song
yet not even a word she would say.

Mother called her a thousand times
"baby wake up! it's getting late",
father with intention to lure, asked
"Who will eat this chocolate cake?"
But still to no avail
while the day grew warmer, her feet went cold,
aesthetic was that smile on her face
pearly tears from her eyes, they rolled.

Into a dream, so alluring and big
she ventured far and forgot to come home,
she ran afar from here
into a nirvana, so snug yet forlorn,
The angels welcomed her with songs
mother fare-welled with stopped heart and teared face,
father sat there frozen and weak
her little doll now gone, staring that chocolate cake,
whispers all around, blames on god
the dog still looking for his friend to chase,
who will tell this little puppy now
that heaven stole his friend, never will he see her face,
now in heaven surely there would be dance I swear
but on earth, only dark clouds and tears of blood everywhere.
©phantomzedi

My eyes were beaming out,
onto the gloomy streets.
Fog was lurking in.
It adhered to my skin.
As the dew latched on,
after only seconds,
I slowly became damp.
Contributing to my silky skin.
Dusting my cheeks,
generating rosiness on my surface.
Glazing over my hair,
gluing each strand to another.
Coating my hands,
nipping at my fingertips
The haze in the back of my head,
It kept getting heavier.
Digging my fingernails into my head.
Tugging on each strand,
between my scalp and jagged fingernail.
Clawing as my nails trailed down my skull.
Blood dripping,
Streaming,
Creating tidal waves.
Fog was sprouting in my essence
The fog began to maneuver on me.
Blanketing over my body,
weighing down my soul,
overloading my carcass.

From my devil, I fled
But still hearing the voices in my head
Thoughts from my head, have been shed
My body to a pit , has been led
Soul in hell, has set
I lost the track of time
Then, I never felt fine
And only memories kept the shine