Sometimes you can feel the void. The emptiness. You can feel the wind blow through the chambers of your heart. And sometimes, there's a haunting silence; the sound of ghosts of all the people I've ever loved.
Invisibility is a cliché wish, But a night spent staring at the ceiling Or the wall With the feeling of existence Washed to the minimum By consumption, Creates a similar feeling Of invisibility to the senses.
I wish not for invisibility, I wish to be your ghost For exclusively your eyes To witness me As a shooting star Scratches the sky Leaving no trail For those who missed it. I hope I don’t miss The trail of the gentle scratch You leave in your last touch, Letting this fleeting moment pass Without recognition until lost.
If you spend forever in a single moment, It’s not just a moment anymore, For if you lose sight of me, I'll erode away in the river That you'll toss me in. Emergence to accept defeat That I let such a moment Dissipate to become a lifetime Of regret is the pressure point In my mind regarding you. Losing you now would be unforgivable, Don’t let me go.
Intrusive Thoughts A Heavy Darkness Follows Perceptions With Guilt I Feel Hollow Really I See Through Rationalize Still I See Too The Parts That I Block Out To Help Me Feel Better About Choices I Make I'm Afraid I'm Hearing Voices Reminding Me What I Did I Feel Sarrow Bleeding Through My Eye Lids So Many Ways I See In Situations Making Descions That Better Me Make Me Feel Anxious I Can't Comprise What I'm Contemplating I Let People Go I Need Myself I Need Calm My Mind And Free My Self All These Abilities Will Heal Me And Feul Me Or Haunt Me And **** Me No Longer Can I Step A Side I Take A Breath Then I Step Out Side The Sky I Gaze Upon I See A Grave I'm On I'm Processing And Analyzing All, Micro Everything It's Hard To Relax And Feel The Energy Shamanic Path Dealing With The Entities I Watch The Embers In Our Hearts And It's Crippling To Feel The Sensations Of Mysery And Try To Justify It With A Beautiful Mystery I'm To Complex For The Simple Things I Need To Get Right Or I Must **** My Self I'm Praying Lets Make A Pact Help Me Heal My Self Doctors Don't Understand Me There Ain't A Plan B I Even Feel Distant With My Family They See Me In The Past Warped Off Built Perceptions I Want To Lay On Train Tracks And Leave Earth But I Can't Leave A Message It Would Take Life Times To Say All My Perceptions I'm Looking For A Balance Of Peace Not A Place In Heaven My Mind Is Infinite And Open Others Are In A Box Hope I Don't Get Locked Up Cos I Can't Knock It Off I'm Built With Magick Within In A Skin Full Of Sin That Is Thinning I Can See My Ashes In Dust Do The Pros Weight Out The Cons When I'm Adding Em Up Nobody But Me Can Convince Me When I Had Enough Emotions Can Feel Disturbing And Mold Like Got To Hold Tight On What I Want To Be Not An Old Life I Feel Like A Vampyre On A Cold Night I know Right Here I Go Again I Fantasize How To Shape Shift Through Candle Light I Opened Up My Mind To See Things In Ways With Out Confirming To A Single Structure Or Foundation Battle With Insanity, I Hate It Sizzle Like Its Satin Wheeping But I Make It I See Ghost Upon A Swing Some Lady In A White Dress That Dances Through A Grass Feild The Flowers Dead Black Roses By My Feet Is That My Seat Bloods Clogging The Sink Meditate In A Casket Just Too See What It Means Purgatory Screams The Agony In Dreams Absence Or Achieve At The Grave Yard Writing Poetry Under A Tree It's Raining I Admire The Leaves As They Blow With The Wind I'm Cold As Ice If You Touch My Skin Romance And Poetry Is What I Know I Used To Hold On The Thorns Now I Let Go Observing As Everything Unfolds Is There A Purpose Is This A Show Will The Ones That I Love Most Read What I Wrote Insides A Symphony Haunted By The Oak
when do you think of me? because i am haunted by you; every time i step into the shower, soaked in reminders to scrub behind my ears. 'dont forget to', you used to say. no, even now i never forget to- i scrub in remorse, burdened by anger, plagued by betrayal, unclean even after my skin is rubbed raw, clung onto by your sins; somehow, i am not allowed to forget you.
drenched, i can only ask your memory: 'when do you think of me?' because i hope it is never, just as much as i hope it is a very hellish, 'always'.
personal and painful and not all that well written
every night you haunt my thoughts the feeling of your velvet touch lingers on my skin i see you in my dreams your voice echos my every thought i wish you would go away but all you had to do that night was stay i know what i did was wrong if only you knew what i knew
lurking whispers memories of lost moments maybe it’s supposed to be this way
the ghost in the window has returned he knows he knows when you believe him gone his patience you cannot outmaneuver patience he watched us grow from grunts to talkers he knows what you are thinking tomorrow you can only win by giving in ask him nicely to leave then beg then cry you may find peace long after your tears are dry
be careful if you enter the spirit realm. it can be a nasty business