Have Faith In Me, In YouHave Faith In Me, In You You're a god when my pupils dilate, an atheist in my peripherals. I try to kiss every step you take, so you stretch out the mornings in bed to the afternoon. Sometimes, when I speak words of sugar and fill your ears with worship, I see a prayer ghost across your stare. I swallow thickly when you notice me looking, sand in my throat as those eyes set like the sun and rest on your hands, fidgeting.I try to shower you with offerings, little gestures that could be mistaken as inconsequential. But you always hated gifts.Sometimes you catch me singing love songs in the kitchen. I'd open my hand to you in a theatrical flare, blessed when the clouds opened up and I were blinded by your smile. But it would always falter, and I'd sing louder when I'd catch the disbelief. I'd try to chase the serrated thoughts out of your head and bring you in for a twirl – attempting to embody the entire choir you deserved while you smiled like it hurt.I adore you. I a
I have nothing to writeI have nothing to write,nothing to share.I am lost for inspiration,and I don't even care.So what if I don't write?It's not like it's good.So what if I don't draw?It's not like I ever could.I don't need to create.It's all pointless in the end.I thought I loved my pen and brush,but they're just false friends.
Engulfed by PainShallowed of an ocean's crest, left buried in sand to neutralize red waters, a seal tied directly upon your chest; left rotting you are by three young daughters.Within a home of dry soap and marble, bled heavily they did by your very hand, an evening of maelstrom to enrage their minds further; a plot was sliced thickly to bury you into land.Countless months of torture to bring about meaning, a thought to envelop the darkness of man, one morning to slaughter you without knives or a 'reason;' to the beach you brought them, much singing they began.Hours and winds to thrust the clock further, lying down you had slumbered and forgotten your reign, a cavern to empty and bury you without screaming; widen your eyes to darkness, breathe within their pain.
Wake me up whenWake me up, when crying is only for those moments that are unbearably beautiful.Wake me up, when helping someone else, is done genuinely and joyfully.Wake me up, when society becomes less interested in falsities and more aware of truth.Wake me up, when equality is real, apparent, strong and inevitable.Wake me up, when children's innocence is untainted with maturity.Wake me up, when control is dead and freedom roams wildly.Wake me up, when poverty only exists in bad decisions.Wake me up, when money is last, on the peoples to get list.Wake me up, when power belongs to us, and not the self-proclaimed.Wake me up, when we heal the earth from our selfishly inflicted lacerations.Wake me up, when respect is our international anthem.Wake me up, when love is all we know, and fear is suffocated by it.Wake me up, when strength is nurtured and weakness buried.Wake me up, when beauty is appreciated for all its imperfections.Wake me up, when conformity is drowning in an ocean of imagina
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,but what can you say?Nothing can help her.The pain won't go away.But she would've stopped,you could've said no.That's what she wanted,someone to say don't go.That someone wanted her,or at least would try.That someone would grieveif she were to die.But you just stared,nodding your head,and she realized the truthwith a feeling of dread.No one wanted her.No one cared.Not even you,with the the love you shared.So she said good-bye,and you watched her leave.She may have had the rope,but now you can't breathe.
RelapseIt's better not to count themIt's better not to thinkIf you count, they winAnd you lose everythingReopen old onesStop the healing processTell yourself you're doneBut you know you must confessYou lie and self destructYou feel everything and nothingYou're slowly going numbAnd all you want is the stingSo turn off your brainClose your tired eyesEmbrace all the painAnd say your last good bye
Heart of Dreams and Demons...Behold my broken,beating heart....A hollow empty shell...It is a dark and dismal place,Where dreams and demons dwell...Here lies my stained and shattered heart...It now belongs to you...I'm sorry that it's not complete...Please try to make it new...This tiny,tattered failing heart,Is all I have to give...But I can't help,it's all I have...The reason I still live...
ConfusionI'm just the one who smilesJust so you do, tooI'm the one who's laughingStanding right behind youI'm the one hiding from the spot lightJust so someone else can have itI'm the one who keeps it all insideJust to make room for youI'm just the one who is never happyJust appears that wayI'm the one with scars on my armsJust to be betterI'm the one you'll never understandNo matter how much you want to
AloneAlone.Alone.Once two,Now one,So many tears,Heart-wrenching,Hard to survive,Water Sprays,Out my eyes.So littleEnergy,Want to die,Feel so sad,SoAlone.