Friday, July 10, 2009

Untitled.

Sad smiles through empty eyes.

The cold hearted touch of your lips on mine.

So where have you been tonight ?

Ten thousand tears couldn't drown these lies.

The demons on your shoulders will surely break your spine.


Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Untitled.

Keep breathing.
In and out.
Keep thinking.
Full of doubt.
Keep hurting.
It's all you know.
Keep loving.
And I wont go.

Rain, rain.

Rain, rain, go away.
Please leave my mind, just for today.
I need some room to think again.
Please leave my mind, just for today.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Sorrow.

Heavy hearts, heavy feet.
We walk alone down rain soaked streets.
We're in this together, we're playing for keeps.
These hearts still pound through pain filled beats.



Rise and fall.

Again and again and again.
Grin and bear it, smile and nod.
Constant disappointment, hurt, frustration, pain.
Rise and fall, like the tides.
Growing cold, giving up, severing ties.
This is for every kick in the face.
Every stab in the back.
Every heart thats forced to break.
We are nothing but a plague.
Why do we do this to ourselves ?
Growing cold, getting old, wasting time.
And this too shall pass.
' Every living creature on earth, dies alone. '



Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Quicksand.

Your shit-heap of a life suddenly feels like quicksand, surrounding you, engulfing you. It's so hard to  move, breathe, think. You want to change, but you hate change, change isn't stable, secure or permanent.  Constantly uneasy, forever anxious, always nervous. Nothing is right anymore, you're so head-fucked you can't decipher right from wrong, good from bad, yes from no. You're not okay, not anymore, barely eat, hardly sleep. You've taken the toll physically too, sunken eyes, hunched back, blank stare, empty smile. You hated everything you have now become. But you don't want to fix anything. This bed you have made yourself, after all these years, now seems somewhat comfortable. You're sick of feeling like a dog chasing it's tail... Not getting anywhere in life, constantly running in circles, never achieving anything. Now like that dog, you're tired, out of breath, and over the chase.