Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
The devil’s in my midst.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,