My eyes... Are wide open Behind closed eyelids I fake being asleep In hopes to drown

Shackled Mortal Fondle your feeble mind That is a stigma Imprinted on your flesh Weakened your soul

Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

You came in a dream The way you looked How you talked A perfect soul Every time I answer your call

Metallic and cold With an image like death Sharp on two lines Inhale to lose your breath Stab yourself and bleed

Creation in it’s magnificence A prism of all hues Nature’s beauty at it’s finest Captivating muse Flowers bloom in shades of color

I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare

Driven pain A heart that beats quickened in it’s pace Falling... Holding on

Within the abyss I see your façade My heart twisted Frigid soul Turns to stone

I fear she is drowning in an ocean of sadness... She... Has finally allowed the flotsam Of loss to engulf her

My best friend Who are you? What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? The only companion I could rely o…

I hear a faint whisper A teardrop stain my cheek Calling out my name Where no one can hear Shimmering gossamer wings