The worst kind of suffering is the kind that is silent
Where you're left wondering where your voice went
Did it retreat?
Your words and their ears will never meet
Like a curse
You can't scream out for a nurse
And you can't ask if it'll keep getting worse
The water. Your lungs it'll immerse
The only communication is on your face and called remorse
It never ends
It never mends
You just give it an inner home
and accommodate for it to stay

There was a spark that made me smile 
It put me to sleep when time could not 
I wished I could ignite that spark that puts life in me 

When I found the spark didn't notice my reaction 
I was near the edge prepared to step off 
How could a spark acknowledge my being 
A spark isn't alive, it's just a result of 2 things, 2 people, interacting 
That's impossible 

Just like you and I are impossible

When the spark, the only spark, died... 
My palms covered my face because it never breathed, for it was never embraced, or born

She said nothing simply left the scene knowing with a closed door a chapters end was all left between them both .
The haze that had become his existence had destroyed the man and forged a demon no love could ever maintain sometimes the easiest thing is to continue when the end lingers a footnote to the chaos all that remains is a image no longer a the man .

Darkness is a ocean and you can only dive under so many times till you lose the reason for a return.
The fires of passion often are mired by a fix.

The edge is but a marker please do not follow me any longer for this abyss is a vast space with little remorse for the innocent .

In a wreckage you may leave me but tonight I could give a **** less .
Sink the vein and taste a fire that is replacement for the warmth in this endless winters chill.

Soon the hands will no longer count his hours simply mark the date.


She closed the door but never locked the memory away on nights like these they breathed in regrets of a shattered past.
Lingered as smoke rings in a half empty room.

There is no stopping a train destined from jumping it's tracks .

Simply let it pass howling into the night sparks from the rails a madness with no room for any so keep your distance or taste it's wraith.

Sink the needle and understand the shadows as a fool such as I.

Never Stand in the way of a man and his demons .

For beneath the surface you will find a darkness that can consume you
both.

Never regret closing that door my dear.

for a taste of fire is but a false promise and I was only lost in myself

Please never regret simply sit in the dark and know the emptiness as a fraction of a moments bliss .

That once was you and I.

The night's music speaks so haunting lingers forever even when the flesh has became cold.


And so shall the door remain closed .

"Do you miss me?"

Yea I do.

"Really? What about?"

Everything. I even miss parts of me that left when you did. I miss my smile, I only gave it to you. Its gone now. But I miss everything.My heart aches but Its content. My thoughts on you are bittersweet, my feelings for is basically an oxymoron.

"I miss you too, I'm sorry for hurting you, I didn't mean to commit suicide okay scratch that I didn't mean to do it in your face. I Love you okay?"

Okay. Night Emily, Rest in peace buddy. Tom misses you, he's messy but I'm with him, we'll survive, God's with us, as we say In Setswana Ke a go rata, A modimo a nne le wena.

I don't have
A portrait
Draped in my empty attic;
But I have
A rear-view mirror
To reflect back all my antics.
I see them strewn
Across the road,
Drivers swerve
To avoid these loads.
I've littered streets
With vices,
Discarded sharpened axes,
Hewed at those
Who've loved me
With remorse;
Regrets, I carry
In my trunk,
Like junk
They take up space.
I haven't room
For my spare,
Emergency flares
Or personal cares.
So, I stare straight
Out my windshield,
Convince myself
I'm healed,
I buttress nerves of steel,
And continue down my road.
Like all good drivers
I check my mirrors,
And there I see
Red lights draw nearer.
I should take up
Portrait painting
To cover up
My shame.
I am guilty;
I've not
Been framed.

Resolution is my delusion
Nothing gets done
Distance comes the warning
Minutes turn to none

We wish to the event
Time takes it's course
Calculating all the pressure
All forsaken remorse

I don't know what to do.
I freakin' hate you but
At the same time
I love you too much
Too much that
I can't let go
Even when pain
Demands that I should
I couldn't
And I don't think I ever could