Hear this that,
Face matching face
Hand matching hand
We are a mirror image
And here we stand
See this that,
You are the monster
I am the queen
I hold the fame
You go unseen
Feel this that,
The snow around us
Kisses my finger tips
The red in the snow
Is your blood drained to a drip
Know this that,
I'll make our future
If our past you will hold
But I must know now, does your blood run warm
If mine is so cold?

She mopes around, thinking obscure things.
And clings to what seem to be her puppet strings.
She stops to stare, she stops to wonder.
She starts to cry, it starts to thunder.
The rain pours down onto her pain.
Can they see the difference? The tears and rain?
She cries for help. There’s no one around.
She gives out completely, crumbles to the ground.
Her hands shake, her eyes - red.
Her body shivers, her mind - dead.
She throws her head back and screams to the sky,
“HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE TO WATCH ME DIE?”
She trembles there, shattered to pieces.
Then the clouds clear and the rain ceases.
Hushed suddenly, she stumbles to stand.
Her eyes fixed on a bright horizon of land.
She opens her arms in the face of dawn.
She closes her eyes, and then she is gone.
The only thing left are a few tangled strings.
You’ll never know what the chill morning brings.

Not your mind and not your soul, it's your wallet I'm looking for.
I know I'm dressed up a sheep, we all know I'm a *****.
Twist me, turn me, break me, burn me. As long as I make rent.
A place to live and food to eat is my innocence well spent.
You said you loved me which may be true, yet it set my anger a fire,
Because I'm the girl that no one holds, I'm the girl they only hire.

I thought I heard you laughing,
I thought I heard you scream.
I thought I heard you say my name
But it was all a dream.
I thought I saw the morning break,
I thought I saw a bird in flight.
I thought I saw the sun wake up,
But I was being taunted by the night.
I thought I felt your skin on mine,
I thought I felt you sighing.
I thought I felt your breath on me,
But it was just my desperation crying.
And through the snow I saw a light,
Burning slow yet burning bright.
And in that moment I then knew,
That I was now entrapped in you.

I can no longer express the events in my life in a cognitive, literary fashion.
I have now become a dazed combination of broken words, fleeing emotions, repetitive thoughts, and aching memories;
all coated in layer upon layer of confusion.
‘Sleep those little slices of death; oh how I loathe them’, and yet they still beckon my name.
Clawing and dragging my mind into unconsciousness.
As the night envelops me, I silently pray.
Pray my dreams do not devour me tonight, with the sharp fanged jaw that is thoughts of you.

Maybe when the shot is clear.
Maybe when they’re drunk in fear.

They’ll pull the triggers and shoot their guns.
The noise is loud, they’re one on one.

The deed is done, the moon light stirs.
He slowly tangles his hand in hers.

Blood rushing, breathing slow.
Their bodies cold, red in the snow.

The ambulance a haunting purr.
The sirens scream and lights a blur.

Their love was forever, the world will see.
That heaven shines and now they’re free.

My lips have been parted from you for far too long.

Some people indirectly call our love a sin.

Whatever they think is irrelevant to how I feel for you.

I smile softly as I see you light up in flames of passion.

I run my finger tips down your smooth sides.

Every second I spend with you, breathing in your intoxicating heat,

My heart fails a little more,

Knowing soon you will be gone.

But I am forever entrapped and addicted to the way you feel coursing through my

veins, how you ignite an internal battle.      

I am in the deepest of love, but yes it is true,

Smoking is a terrible habit.

An apple, a life.
Shiny, bright, newborn.
Yet, as most lives become,
This apple has been bitten, chewed, eaten away.
Until there is nothing left but a core.
A decaying core of what was once whole.
A rotting corpse of an eaten life, a devoured apple.