Rain soaked windshields are my norm,
Driving through blurred purple streetlights...
I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...
Somehow I made it
to another year...
Unsteady room and a fuzzy brain
I drink it down to ease the pain...
Winter is here again,
bringing a touch of frost...
I am not who you think I am,
I am not afraid to leave...
I wish I could believe
that no one would miss me when I am gone...
The cycle never ends,
secrets always remain...
She sleeps beside the bloody moon,
stars beneath her feet...
These poems are what people will remember us by,
reading between the lines to try and understand...
Dear Anxiety,
when will you stop stalking me...
My life is like a song that no one knows,
but they try to guess the lyrics anyway...