Naked and thistle bled my raw inner arms, from crawling flat, on my fat gut grabbing at weeds to pull me along to a place where is no love to a face that is nasty its mouth grim and sagging with words of no meaning dropping like dung
I have a pastoral dream a field without season happy the buttercup the mallow. how wonderful the nettle the flowering cherry that know not decay nor regeneration of pleasant to evil; daisy chain to thistle blood from Disney love to A...
When my life is dark, you are my flame, you maybe little, but you keep me sane. For life is cruel and murky at best, yet you help me as a friend through a math test. You make me giggle, you make me smile, you make me forget the darkness for a while. So thank you my friend, you sweet sexy thing, because you are my light, my eternal flame. Until the end.
Trapped inside my cage of fear. Pacing like a lion, yearning to escape Reality is not as it seems Smiling face, laughing out loud It’s all so fake Can’t you see me, I scream inside No one hears my heartfelt cry Someone save me from this hell I’m in Burning and Rotting from the inside Lives would be better in my demise Taking me slowly is so much pain I can’t be so lucky to end it swiftly I’m a coward for not ending it all I’m hurting everyone in my life
So I'm alive because I breathe? I'm alive because I think with a mind of my own? You say I'm alive because I live a life on this rugged road? Hmph! You define alive as simply living. But what if I am ONLY living? A life in absence of a soul worth giving. Is that Life.