Almond Shaped Green Eyes,
Soon To Turn,
A Chest Heaving Sighs,
It's Almost Time For Her To Burn,
Burn Through Life's Pages,
Lift The Door From All These Cages,
Her Words The Outcome Of Pain,
Standing Proud In The Rain,
Her Strength A Silhouette,
In Societies Prized,
Time To Play Russian Roulette,
There Are To Many Things To Hide,
Lipstick On The Glass,
The Gun Ready To Blast,
Spines Of Books Watch,
And A Million Unspokwn Words Hang In The Air,
A Bullet Strikes The Clock,
Her Skin Still Fair,
Though Now It Is Covered,
In Intricate Red Lace,
A Light Burning Bright Is Now Smuthered,
Which Lays On The Floor,
Is The Rose's Shattered Vase,
Russian Roulette,
Played Fate,
That Silhouette,
Tried To Vanquish Hate,
Don't You Forget,
*The Sound Of The Trigger

Memories memories go away
That's my conscience everyday
I make overthinking seem like a chore
You only hate when you do it more
Keeping me up late looking for security
Wishing my hands were full of yours and you right next to me
Sip life straight out the bottle and enduce
A time where time stops ticking and tocking an impossible truce
Unable to let go of your daily habits
Lay down on your mattress toss and turn from the madness eye lids peeled open from the sadness  
To think when I didn't know your name yet you looked my way and I couldn't fake it but
I have to forget before I remember
All these memories, burn deep it's the embers
All I wanted to do was love her
While my lungs inhale the smok.. my feelings are being smuthered

playing every little game getting your hoodie pulled up. messing around. playing ***** pranks tourching me. when i try running she is allways in  the corner following you day and night. im lossing my mind i cant escape her claws that dig slowly deeper as she poles me down to the empty grave.im losing my mind i might be going insaine to the biggest part of the deepest hell. what is left there aint no where to run or hid cause she always knows where my next location is. this psych ***** has taken my life in to her own paranoya game she smuthered me till i can scream no more. every road i cant take cause shell drag with my claws dragging behind. this ****** ***** is making me go insaine with lossing control tearing up the floor. theres no escape from her grasp i think this is the day i know she will end my life

im going to snap from the claw marks that left ripps down my back!!


how many times have i ran idk cause this ******* crap has no road to meaning. i am running from a ****** ***** who cant get her little crush off me.


no place ti hide no place to speak

**** **** **** i cant escap from my ****** ex girl
but there is allways light at the end of the tunnel with a chance to survive




her mom told me her wall is covered in pictures of me in her closet more and more pictures she took with her phone. i dont know how to escape to the next town cause she is a shadow with a messed up twist she has t shirts and pants and every thing with my picture and name on it.

when she is at school she hands out patitions to get us back to gather.

im gone mad less every thing is she cant let go of me cause she is only attrakted to the freaky **** of me  theres no escape AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Ever sense i was a spark in her womb you've been faning the flames.
You've held me tight between you both, carful that i don't blow out
You've given me the nutrients i needed to bun high
But then when i grow one way you fanned me the other way.
Away from things you see as wrong,
Unfit.
Rude.
A waist of time.
While holding me tight you somwere along the way frogot to let go.
Do you not understand i can not grow under this pressure?
do u not see me being smuthered?
So now it is to late.
I am dying.
While my light is bright it is small and will not last.
You Can not go back and fan any spark into me now.
Now i pray for death.
That cold darkness.
Then you will let go.
Then you will forget my glow.
I would pray to be ash.
The kind that looks like ***** snow,
Floting.
So that i can join the soil, right under your feet.
So that wildflowers could grow through me.
The ones no one will pick
Or put in a vase.
So that you could not display them at my funeral

If we could select all but us, and turn them aside, could we ever encounter greater peace?
The world does not seek to see crevices and pillows smuthered, anymore.
Windowsills frozen in the night, closing time, but no goodbye, in my eye, you reflect as I recall your tones in my mind.
Wilderness and blossom in my disguise, my mask and my secret on the side. Connection retained and prolonged through the great stresses of life.
They shall not know what is not on their mind, just to be kind we release as they pass by.
Remaining silent and tounge-tied in the midst of a surprise is a certainly troublesome task for a person in disguise.
Don't you think universes create ones within themselves that do not share the same reality?
Trust is a heavenly thing to find, must be looked upon as a candlelight, kept undisturbed with no ominous invasions of jeopardizing admissions....
They shall not know, what is on their child's mind and what is on their tongue when they speak the truth nonchalantly, but racing with adrenalin throughout. They shall not know the innocent truth.