I am silly.
I am beautiful.
I am simple but complex.
I am happy.
I am living.
Shiny silver. Shiny silver.
paint me a picture.
turn my head away from grey.
let me see clear.
let me see red.
I think I’ve decided to be the ma
To watch the details most people m
The little things in life
Make life much easier
When you look at a new perspective
I revisit old habits and old menta
I bite my lip. Nothing happens.
Blood gushes from my mouth.
Smoke dissipates into the air.
Thoughts leave as fast as they com
I hate him so much.
Why does he still dig deep into my
Like a worm inside my bones.
My soul hangs by a thread as I wa
I can almost feel it as it bleeds
I rip away yesterdays pain with a
The greys of the flame dance in fr
How are you today?
The trees knock against the house.
I’m lovely, how are you? They say
What a beautiful day.
The smoke is hot and harsh.
Unlike anything I’ve ever tasted.
It’s the kind that makes you dizzy
Twirling into the blur of the
Everything is on pause.
The world is thinking.
The deep breath before the storm.
The worst. The worst
The sun is coming up again.
I guess that’s all it has.
The same routine over and over.
Until there’s nothing but darkness
The sun is up again.
I died again today, maybe you saw
Its the same old story, a tragic e
“She had so much to live for” they
I guess “so much to live for” mean
But tell me disapproving eyes, do
Euphoria drips down my face and th
Blood runs through my veins and ta
Snow digs into the landscape and b
God whites out his mistakes.
Quickly now someone will see.
The Universe is upside down
Everything is backwards
Welcome to Reality
Outlasting my arch enemy
He is defeated
Flashes of fake scenarios run thro
Things that won’t no can’t.
Shadows of memories that I long t
That face. Your f
it trickles down my face as fast a
it trickles down the sand
soft sweet accepting sa
it’s obviously unreliable
I feel it in my bones.
The sweet scent of indulgence.
It creeps into my nostrils and up
You’re there watching my every mov
I feel you
Why are you back in my head?
Do you just like being here?
Toying with my thoughts.
Picking at the walls of my brain.
Traveling down memory lane.
The perfect representation of the
It is beautiful.
It is energy.
A grey mist sweeps over the grass
I sit here to think about what I
What kinds of secrets I wish to d
What I wish to remember.
What I wish to forget.
But I guess it’s fitting
Poisoning the air just as I poiso
anxiety gets a hold of my pen and
bones twisted and split between pl
the hand of reality smacks soft fl
a single circle
it is perfect
as round as an iris
maybe it is an iris
My pieces are shattered into tiny
I can barely see them as they spar
Blown away by the crisp winter air
It chokes me.