Melting Alive
His Scent is Like A Drug.
It Entices me So....
The Words He Spoke
And I Wanted Them To Be True
Betrayal By Kissing Another In Front of Mines Eyes
With No Sign of Guilt On His Lurid Face

i kept alive if only for the walk home
when i went into my chambers
i let the lementing began
why did i write the words
and why did i say them
i've fallen deeper into my own prison

Then Came The Angelic Face I've Been Waiting For...

Wavering.
Seems to be stuck in the sidecar.
With doubt in in back.  
And fear spilling out of every pocket.
Where can anything else fit.
It always seems like the only option is to floor it.
And hope.
The next experience isn't.
A wreckage.
Time seems to slow in this moment.
As if to give you one last replay.
Of what can never change.
Tumbling end.
Over beginning.
Through logic.
And past the last chance.
Lementing choices and decisions.
Hate flowing through burning veins.
Igniting the very air.
Causing a caustic reaction that seems to backdraft the entirety of it all.
Leaving only the ash to tell the tale.
And then there are those who see this very disturbance.
And find something within themselves never before used.
Touched.
Or seen.
And alter the very fabric of repetition.
With nothing more than a smile and.
Willingness.
Fear knot the emotions that entangle others.
For it only takes one to wade through the murky echoes of the past.
To ensure.
That The insanity will recede.
There are no shackles.
Only encumbering thoughts.
The only impass.
Is the very reflection staring back.