. . . . . . . . . .  Silent
                    fog
                    eases
   ­                 in . . .

                    "Enveloping"
                    softening­
                    jagged
                    boulders

       ­             on a mountain top

                    Silence
                    descends
                    deep
          ­          into my ways

                    Numbing
                    away
      ­              caustic
                    pain

                 ­   of hollow victories

                    Buried
                    deep
  ­                  vapid
                    vapors

                    Lockout
        ­            Sun's
                    rays
                    Bl­ack hole

                    Massive attack of Heart

There are empty spaces
everywhere I look,
they are filled with the
shadows of my regret.
the torturing eyes of my
profound past
haunt me like
a lost love left behind.
I plea to simper times
to grant me the honesty
and path that I deserve.
I have too many questions
and no answers
so I walk around with a
heavy head and a
weighty heart.
Its a beast of a burden
but not enough for anyone
to write a song about
so I stand here
and look into the
empty spaces around me
and know that the shadow closing in
will soon consume me.

Why do I try to love the thorns
when all they do is *****?
Why do I stand and take the pain
knowing my skin's not thick?
Am I cursed or have I asked
to be one amidst chaos?
Is life truly better than this
or do I wish to slay us?
The sides of me, we bicker --
we fight and hate and love
and yet there is no other
to share our inner curve...
You can think or feel many things
but what purpose does it serve?
If hell always follows
then what do I deserve?
Paths are chosen day by day
and it's sad that I believe
in the thorns inside the garden
that only hurt and deceived.

Do we run because we're lonely
or did we choose to forget
all the **** we've both seen --
we felt it bit by bit.
And love is not a word I know --
so I don't know how to say..
I see the shades within you
and I feel mine fade away.
You know not the power --
but yet you're not naive...
so tell me why you're crying
when no one dares to see?
I see your inner hollow...
because I share it too;
so can't it once be possible
to change from black and blue?
Can we both refill it?
Slowly -- within time.
Or are we still just wasting
our memories, hearts, and lines...?

Body

Body

We drag our boxes alongside our hopes with sighs as breath,  and thoughts for reality. We all bought it, but do we really want it? Our dry mouths hidden by wry smiles. This is what I want!-we shout back to the voices in our head- We hope,pray even!