Here I am
In the midst of all chaos and confusion
The brisk wind chills me to the bone
Hoping this is all just an illusion.

I only trusted the person you showed me
And kept me in the darkened room
Always depressed......
And unworthy....

You slither around like the serpent you are and im filled with dread and doom.
Keeping me hidden away from myself, so not even i know the real me

Running from the ones who love me and care for me
Into the arms of an abyss full of tradgedies
Who can survive in a world full of voided space without love?

As i lay my head down, in a final breath,,,,
It is finally silent.
I know who i was, but its too late.

i've always wanted to own a bookstore

i'm not sure if it's because i hate my life so much
that i want to engulf myself into other peoples
love stories
or tradgedies
or celebrations

or if it's because
finding a new book
is one of those adrenaline pumping things
it's like a whole new adventure within bindings

Footsteps eco from the fountain of youth,
as the last drop is crucial for those who seek
everlasting beauty

Their limbs twist and turn to catch scraps
hoping it will give them glory

Do they yearn for the troubled tradgedies of youth
or do the forget its hardships?

Society fools them with materialism, while their deaf ears
gladly enjoy and refuse to listen

Their hearts are like the soil of a red rose.
Above it grows the beautiful flowers,
while underneath are the ugly larvas.

But hope is yet not lost, for when the flower dies,
rain arrives and gives birth to a new ROSE.