Mirror, mirror can you see,
What am I supposed to be,
Angel, devil or in between,
Cannot decide,
Tell me mirror
Can you lie?
"I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger"
"Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order and everything becomes chaos. The thing about chaos is.....its there."
O_o Love is Murder O_o
Time heal all wounds But what happens
When there isn't enough time To heal mine?
There is always some form truth in deception ....
My only true fear is in my conviction that I shall parish at the hands of my own demise to whichever end it is that I am scheduled to meet.
My eyes won't see the reality, the physical world, as if they're half closed, as if my mind can't process the defined outlines of material items I don't need, as if close to dying.
I hold on tightly, gripping tightly, holding on to everything and yet nothing all at the same time.. heart slows... breath sputters... and his hands lower her... to the depths below...
Humanity saved her,
Can she save me?
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