My life,
a pain...
a sore.
My face,
none dares to behold,
at least...
not for long!

When demons starve...
they possess.
When time comes...
the sky turns crimson red,
so when I can...
I use my pen,
it's nature's way,
one we have no say!

I feel a dampness inside,
One when I try to squeeze...
(to voice...)  
comes out through my eyes,
And you ask me why I cry!

Love,
Is a demon,
Out for fresh blood.

Possesses all who dare,
To dream...
Or even foresee...
Pray think...
More of their simple affair.

Its never me,
when my eyes spill lime light,
so don't blame it...
not on me.

...i search my thoughts,
deeply...
to the inner most,
just then,
I halt...
I am not alone.

Vaguely lost...
It to a...
Random...
Girl.
I...
Never...
Intended it...
To be the same with...
You.

Each day...
I loose a bit more,
I have a lesser sort,
than what I had before.

My lips,
Like a knee,
Don't bend backwards...
So don't dare force a smile!

How sorry and ****** must I be!
To pretend...
To act,
As if I don't have a place for poetry in my heart,
And yet...
All is vanity but!