Forest roads, winding through the blackness of...
Beneath the watchful eyes of Heaven...
Look out the window
Count each little star...
I keep on having nightmares,
I never get much sleep...
I awake each day feeling empty inside
It all hurts and it’s eating me alive...
I am not cut out for this human heart.
It bleeds in colors only visible to me...
Again it comes...
The call of the void...
I stare at her toothbrush
on the bathroom counter. I wasn't planning...
In the darkness of her sanctuary, she hides
A fable of hatred, exiled against her will...
The silence of your denial is laughable,
perhaps you are a little nervous...
My self-love is circumstantial.
My self-worth particularized by events...
Scars are relics I touch with reverence.
Fingers traverse across these marks...
What's left when your dreams have gone
What's to give when you have given it all...