When I was born,
I think my heart forgot...
The tombs line up,
bodies consumed by pain that they could never...
A once cheerful petal was found
shrivelled up and dead...
Sometimes pain can be so overwhelming
that it takes you hostage...
Some hang onto yesterday,
yet I hang onto my ecstasy...
Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...
It seems
you still creep in...
I feel like i’m a storm
stuck in a tea cup...
It was a cold winters night,
A night like every other...
I get it,
You don't like me...
The house is mute,
steeped with exasperation...
When I focus mentally
On everything...