This is a grief poem, about someone who died in...
You're beautiful
You're confusing...
I have travelled back in time
the hypochondriac world...
A collage of feeling,
Not adequate enough...
Alone I walk a field of pure, and fine dimness
dreams are wasted, as moments grow aimless...
Watch me fall on my face
Let my heart decay...
Deep Inside
I'm the lost path of all wanderers...
A sort of emptiness took
over me when you said...
Today the world is broken
Bleeding hearts bled all but dry...
Emptiness, psyche annihilated.
Screams fester, no escape...
Your lips are candy coated hell,
made with all of the best ingredients...
Today, my feelings rise and fall,
like waves they toss and turn...