In the darkest dreams of night
beholds a symbolism in truth...
Don't wanna see his face,
Don't wanna hear the sweet lies...
Its exhilerating how the blade lays on the skin
and you push down...
Just Another Cut
Glinting in the moonlight I watch the blade...
Every night I sail a sea of gold-
Chained to the mast against my will...
Do you know how it feels when
No one talks to you or care...
I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...
Ice cream---cold as the lips I once kissed;
still, undeniably sweet...
Set this world on fire.
Flash a blaze with every wisper...
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water...
*written 5/11/11*
She's a nobody...
Why must it still hurt to breath. how can i still...