I can`t write.
blocking is the worst...
Today I had the courage
to sit by you...
The rotting screams that line these walls
that beckon the gritty black knife...
Outsiders perceive me
in a series of random ways...
Sometimes, with my head on my pillow,
I dream of colors unseen and morbid things...
A single star
A cloudy night...
Thou hast a mother, and father
A mother, and father hast thee...
Here's to all the posers,
you stupid little preps...
Blinded by shame filled tears,
Tears that burn with regret...
Drifting
To paradise...
Crying in the night,
Not saying what is wrong...
Are you happy
now that you finally let go...