I laugh—
Every time I’m on the edge of breaking.
When tears slip down,
Uninvited,
From eyes that were never meant to spill them.

I laugh with all I’ve got,
As if the sound can drown the ache—
As if pretending
Can make the pain behave.

I wear a smile like armor,
A mask of joy the world applauds.
But beneath it all—
Is a soul quietly screaming,
Begging to be held,
To be heard.

To be told:
It’s okay to cry.
It’s not weakness to feel.
It’s not a sin to break

Give and take

Strictly business

Giving and receiving

Love? Maybe.

When the Red Death held sway over us all
There is no pain
There is no remorse for life
Only blood flowing down lucidly
And don’t you see?
The blood is my haven
And I seek refuge in it
Every time

When he jumps off the 13th floor
Does he feel the wind
Freeing him
Or does he see blood oozing out
As his flesh slumps in it
Like a sleeping infant?
And he seeks refuge in it
Every time

When he cut his ear
Did the blood rush to his head
Or hands first?
Did he pour it into a cup
Or let it speak lazily?

Do you bathe in the very blood
That forms you
Or eat yellow paint instead,
Van Gogh style?
Do you let the waves brush you
Or build another door
That doesn’t tower over you?
Do you let the shadows watch you
Or do you sip your drink
And wait for all your hallucinations
To come alive?

And don’t you see?
The blood is my haven
And I seek refuge in it
Every time

She's deep, poetic
Of Chaos, she was born
Ancient words, a thousand lifetimes
Forever she'll yearn
For perfection that she's always known
She watches from afar, from the darkness,
Her hair glistens with light as she sits on the throne.
Her hands never tremble, her eyes always closed
She's the Night, and immortal she'll stay

Forever remains
Forever unbothered
Draws blood when the character breaks
In her play, the actors are us
And she'll always be watching
Her eyes are the
Stars.

The nightingales still sing
over Orpheus' grave
Bending stone with sound
Sculpting cloud and chemtrail
in the likeness of Assange

A mirror universe
these threads vibrate
connecting other worlds
Ouroborus
the snake swallowing its tail

The girl with the ginger hair
I saw her in my dream
Like an angel from the heavens
Eyes green like the wild
and
Hair flowing in the wind

I hope she remembers me when i’m gone

The Girl With The Ginger Hair

Look at me I'm beautiful
Just don't look at my face
Or my body or personality
Or any of my mistakes

Just Look at me I'm beautiful
But don't look at anything I've done
Anything I despise and hate
Just to earn your love

look LOOK I'm beautiful
Just look at anything which I've dealt
But it's hard to say I'm beautiful
When I can't love myself

Giving my worst in my most important phase of life.

after suffering a long time in silence. It's the moment of: "Wait... all of this pain was based on a lie I believed about myself?",and i laughed.