It's been a year,
Since you left
Time's supposed to heal
But it hasn't touched
me yet.
Everything is the same
Tho the world
Has changed.
All the days are
numbered, and
I still feel strange,
Without your hand
                your voice.
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of choice,
I'm sick of always feeling this way.
Every single ******* day.
It's been so long,
It's been a year.
Despite the odds —
I'm still here.

Pain is an abstract
Written
On souls and skin.
Bruises show our tenderness,
Though wounds
May lie within.
Twisted, broken
Flesh will mend.
Hearts yield
Against love's sting.
Beat me.
Bleed me.
Torture me.
I can't feel a thing.

There is love in
my shadows
Tucked away,
In my dusky soul.
Resplendent
In its legend.
Written in
another
Tongue.
It's there.
Among the Ruins.

Hung on hooks!
Hung on hooks!
A heart
With nothing left.
Remove
The offal
Without a motive,
Sitting in my chest.
Chase the soul out
from its
Ugly cage,
**** the light
That lived inside.
Don't look for me
Anymore,
Just let them know
I tried.

Less than nothing,
Born into Oblivion
Carving iridescent
Beauty
Through these
endless
Streams of pity.
I counted the world
Upon your lips,
I found my
Sweet Damnation.

She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades.
A game of cards, a hand of spades.

One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight.
The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep.

Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose?

The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist.....

I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.

I close my eyes
I can't bear to face the mirror again
The haunting anguish echos through me
It invades and penetrates this shell of myself until it threatens my existence

I don't have the strength to face it, to end it or finish it....

Instead I mask the flames of torment
Instead I condemn the pain that shouldn't exist in my brown eyes,
The window that reflect it, and hide it among the depths of my forgotten soul
Hoping that no one will glimpse its horrors

I compose myself, yet it follows me like a shadow
It waits

The monster isn't finished with me yet

I know I am obese,
Just please stop nagging,
And let me live in peace !