be still

The days are no longer vivid in my head,
They are so distant that the laughters,
Screams can't be heard anymore,
Yet the feeling hits harder than ever when I think of the petals he let fall inside my aura of resistance...

How could I be so thoughtless,
Emotional,
Stupid to ever imagine that there is a blue moon in the sky that will light my way through the dark nights,
But more so,
Lead me to a hole in the ground that connects my life with urs?

I will never have the closure that I have been seeking for...

I will always feel that my sentences were never complete,
My breaths were never exhaled,
And my body was never the right shape...

My lips keep drying, and I know that its my head that keeps them from ever being moisturized without ur assistance. My dependency is not in my hands but the lyrics that promised me a life of content and a road half met.

in your face

I know that it's not enough to stop this joke....

Tomorrow when the rain hits my door the dizziness of my vision will disappear,
Melt into a bloody pool,
And never again see my fickle fingers write about the dark...

I know that when the sun stops shinning I will cum. Nothing will matter as the earth is destructive on it's own. The feet that sustain me will melt and all the glory, joy, war and torture will decay into a bath full of vapor-----the same fucking illusionist vapor.

Cum,
Come,
Org,
Organize around my thoughts and ideas,
feed the hunger that I am still needing,
Don't stop believing that one day I will be enough to be more than you have ever been.

Sleep for you are just,
Licking every bone of me will never take away the hurt in my heart....

mhmmmm

I was arguing to save my life.

Every time when I lock eyes my body breaks,
There is never enough air in the sky,
Cones in the streets,
Protection from the sharp blades that you cut me with.

I lost the will to read. To write about the bringing of my past. I felt that for so long I've had to pick myself up from the dirt and just take a deep breath and continue running. I run as fast as I can, but every time that I reach the finish line there is always someone, something that pushes the end ten steps forward.

My back has molded to your whips of torture,
The fingers no longer type of he but of the noise that builds you...

oh!

It wasn't until my eyelids shut,
That I realized the impact of his fist to my skin.

Ten seconds flew by faster than I expected,
It seemed like it never occurred and was an event that had escaped my thoughts without a warning of illusion,
When time was not still,
I should have known that my life was up for grabs and everything,
Anything was possible.

The coffee wasn't enough to keep my feet tapping,
My hair standing,
My teeth from grinding,
My lips from drying...

Soon it was more than what I had expected. Nothing like this time would occur with such small side effects again. I had to prepare, but to prepare meant that I had to sew back the skin you ripped, in order to anticipate a worse destruction that would await my life- your hands.