Inevitably taking last sunbeams
so faded, barely alive...
We sit in silent pews,
inhaling twilight hours...
A Bipolar mind
Is never a quiet mind...
I sit here with a knife in my hand,
My skin colour is now so bland...
I stood there if only for a minuet
Sweater still pulled down tight...
I'm lost on the inside, I feel as if I have no...
My heart feels empty, I hurt all inside...
The limit of 10 PM turned into something-AM.
I still drink and wait for you whilst semi-sober...
Body wandered for years alone,
insisting he wasn't lost...
A worn out smile
A faded dream...
All she felt was pain
A fading smile...
Do not come any closer.
It's not what you're thinking...
Would you wonder why
some people wish to fly...