As the sun navigates the sky
Ages will pass and time will come by
When the stars were shining, I was growing up
Responsibilities had settled in
And before I knew it,
I forgot about the stars

next to her
and looked at her,
- i thought, - a mound with a soul
that I could smell,

smelled like a wolf near the deer

i could see her with my own mind
as she was in the light of the day,
beautiful as she was and overly attractive.

Aren't you sleeping?

I heard her.

I had no air

She runs all day
to escape the pain
only to be chased by tears
when night falls off.

Such a cruel prize
from love!

What is ink, if not blood spilling?
Splashed across the whiteness, staining,
making marks so proud, proclaiming
I was here, my voice is hiding;
buried under crimson letter
after letter, like a tea-r
coursing down upon the paper,
branded bright into forever.
Yes, I know the pen will bleed me -
Turn me inside out, a ghastly
Sight displayed, but somehow lovely.
Blacks and reds, I beg you, gently
curl and wind along my pages -
cut me deep into the ages.

painting red
with a steel brush
brings such a feeling
it brings such a rush
it releases chemicals
inside my brain
it brings such a lovely feeling
makes me feel less insane

If I ever lose my battle,
Just know that I fought.

I tried real hard to be alive,
And my lost is no one's fault.

Say to them the lies I used to tell,
That I'm okay and everything's well.