*This is still a work in progress, but here's an...
I’m heavy with guilt when I am with you...
from rafters
a rope stretches its back...
Fighting urges of darkness
a fiery switch within my mind...
Anger in its rawest state:
destruction when I am irate...
With a bottle of whiskey
Pressed to my lips...
floating through an orchestral valley-
the sun glances over the shoulders...
i write this,
not because you need to read it...
I fear the dark
every time I'm locked within your box...
Mirror, mirror on the wall
was I always meant to fall...
When sadness knocks
I don't want to talk...
By forgetting the billions of stars
across the sky...
I spent each waking moment building something I...
but when I finished I could see that what I built...