The War

Why am I nothing to you yet something. How can that be in ones eyes of comprehension. 

Who am i really when there is nothing to look forward to in life. I cant look forward, your hands hold my face to the past. Your warm yet cold hands, warm hands, cold touch. 

Forsaken I am as my body sits on this bed, my bed. My body has only layed on it, my body that sleeps.

Closer there is to the compensation of glorifying my own hurt, but seclusion is the only way to control it. May I seclude myself from you...

Perfection is something asked for, what can consume through. Perfection is a war strategy, indifference is the bomb. 

Is my own being hurt? Is my own difference my better, or is it true you loathe me because I love you?

Let's fool ourselves.

Lost in a withering hole
where is my soul now
images of lust binding
thoughts of God undermining
i cant control it anymore
ever bit of me... falling apart
every bit of me turning to stone
i am a statue
that weathers away... acid rain... tears
i am the flower
mowed over... in vain... fears
I used to feel your grasp
i used to touch your face
But now you cower away
you cringe at my touch
pull away
my heart shall never be at bay
can a person call
call out to hope
can a heart bear
bear to be broken
over
and
over
and over
again
Will love leave body
never to feel again
as a soul leaves a heart
i am a ghost

forest

Forgetting who i am by forgetting who everyone
i get lost in the forest of my body and forget the way back
when one feels so alone they get lost in their forest
some can't find their way back
ive been lost for years now
is there a way out of this black forest?

what can I do now?

Last assumption

there's nothing left for me now

i wait

cannot see

for those are true tears

behind a black mirror is your image

find hatred in love

can you see

yourself written out in blood

pleased to meet you dear self

are you hear to killme

i fear

between to open doors



capture a phoenix

watch it die

Kill myself and see the real you

forget me not for the true

be shamed all

those you vigilent

dirty bastards

parinoid for death to come

for death is me

go on now be cared

by nothing

you will die like me

because i die with you