Trying
to wave...
Scrubbing hands non stop,
using bleach and a hard brush...
Shade of the past calls, sets aflame...
to plague and slay life is its aim...
I feel locked deep inside my head
With thoughts that float and dance...
...
katumbas nito...
It's ironic that we make a wish on a burning star
Shooting through the sky in a self righteous...
When we first met
What did you see...
Open my heart
Just a little bit more...
Don't let it out
Don't let it fall...
The thoughts are growing, forever overwhelming
Blocking away a sense of a sane reality...
A Stranger in my mirror,
A Stranger in my home...
Scars criss cross the veins on my wrist,
while blood pools at my feet...