is the sun too bright in your eyes,
or does the fatality weaken your horizon?
only you can taste the salt draining from your eye lids.
does it sting your cheeks and make your dark makeup smudge?
fatality, define fatality.

do your ankles shake while your mind wanders?
black and white or colorful, are your dreams.
are you yourself, or are you this serial killer you've snuck around to be?

do the tears come from sadness or madness,
only you can perceive them through the eyes of their beholder
and you question yourself,
you question everything.

because all along, you knew he was the reason he is dead
opposed to technically, you are who pulled the trigger
however, his disloyalty is what drove you insane in order to reach this point in your head

and now you're living with the sight in your mind of
you standing with a smoky barrel,
blood dripping from his head,
and you crying all because you didn't provide him with the
intensity that he had in mind.

~t.s.

thoughts that shatter and crumble before my eyes,
oh, the ones i despise.

you glitter and gleam in my mind,
tell me, why couldnt you be kind?

you left purple love marks upon my skin,
don't you know that is a sin?

i loved you through it all,
even though you made me feel so small.

~t.s.

you, so shiny bright
are who i walk to,
you take away my fright.
and i hope when
my soul departs,
you tag along
because i can't be without you,
and i hope
you are who i see
as my light.

~t.s.

why the sun is out, we will never know
perceptions of the yellow glow all differ
and who loves it and who doesn't all depends
but what would the world be without it?
we depend on it, just like you do with
his eyes
the warmth we receive from the sun
is the same you gain from his stare
glancing with the ocean blue gleam
"i know you, i walked with you once upon a dream"
and as you float back to reality while gazing into his world viewers,
you notice your life is this dream you dreamt
and you're walking with him
as the sun takes the background
and there you have it,
all the warmth a human could sustain

~t.s.

the venom running through my veins
you sicken me,
making me see satan when i glance at a mirror
you're stellar with the way you flow through my body
so silkily slick,
tired yet energized.
are you red or black?
red as hell,
or black as my soul?
pick one, please pick one.
because id hate to go to hell
with a black soul.

~t.s.

don't let it sink in
don't let the love get to you
but it's hard when the
connected lips are all you think of
think of freedom
imagine intensity
how do such things
cause such beauty?
you kiss, then quit
and sometimes it turns into
a repeating cycle
kiss, quit
kiss, quit
and some how,
no matter how many times
you press your lips upon his,
the effect stays the same
and you feel the
butterflies flying,
birds chirping,
and the lions rawring
all because of a thing called
love
and love is always beautiful
unless you turn it ugly.

~t.s.

but when she drew
that portrait of herself,
it didn't look anything
like her
she drew glimmering green eyes,
yellow flowers in her dark hair,
and a smile
she drew a genuinely
happy girl
and it was that right there
that caused her to
not see the resemblance
because she was so
used to seeing
an emotionless face
with sad eyes
without much character
in the mirror
that when she drew the smile,
she didn't recognize herself

~t.s.