There is a piece of me that I try to hide from the...
Just a passing glance and you would see nothing...
So the black dog finally got me
The clouds won't move away...
Make me anybody else
Scratching on the roots of sadness and hate...
Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
their colour that of gentle stalactite...
Nightmares
reoccurring...
Colors flow across my skin in the form of makeup,
Hiding the things I do not want to face...
“How are you?”
…In my mind I screamed, I’m tired, worried...
I am nothing
Flaws sewn together...
In arms of darkness, I found peace.
God is nothing, but a showpiece...
a razor teeth sea
swells deep within me...
scrounging
hounding...
It is lonely over here
in a corner dim, with the bar a-brim...