A romantic couple that were walking hand in hand
They had endured love being each other’s fan
But something went tragically wrong
Suddenly the present environment wasn’t strong
The Moon turned in all different directions
There seemed to be a change in the night haze
Eerie noises could be heard
But the couple didn’t utter out any word
They decided to be quite it and be careful where they walked
The couple wouldn’t even dare talk
Suddenly they had been stalked
Chosen ones being the ordeal
Out in the open, a robber dashed out to steal
It was like a fast moving reel
Later a struggle took place
A Gun and the couple were dead in erase
No remorse from the robber in what happened
Night being pitch black
But that is what happened just like that.

Remember the old mill
set against the reflections
of flowers dancing in the waves
waves that have now since gone
I'm still ravenous but alas
you cannot bottle the moments
of the past
the bows that shouts
your name drills dangerous
and far into paths of the old forest
and sweeps like an owl around my heart
recall how the shades roamed sharp
and fast as horses
and the light bred and mingled
sweet as honey upon
our skin and lips
those days are forgotten
and pale to an immensity of forest
no stretch of sky may bear the
tale long

i'm still a little
shifty
sweaty around
the eyes

slightly
mushy
in my undeveloped
frontal lobes

falling into an
abyss between my growling
stomach and the
sweat on my neck

into where
my eyelashes
are replaced by
blackened teeth

the neon chemical
fruit smell of
raspberry hair dye
and johnny cash
i never think anything
through
or maybe i do
i just chose to keep my
thoughts silent and
lie about them later

if i could wish for
one improvement
upon my wardrobe
i would wish for my
father to stop rattling
on about the way jeans
never used to come
pre-faded and how
work was the only way
you added holes to knees

just when i like the way
things are going when it
comes to my past is
just when i am forced
to relive everything
i ever hated

it's not
purple
let me tell you something
it's not
purple
i'm not repeating
pink
it is
raspberry
get it right.

Such a pain tears me from the inside out,
It makes me want to pull my hair from my head and claw my eyes out.
I scream and cry and shout but nothin relieves the pain except cutting my skin again.

******* hollow inside my thoughts are invaded by a therapist who thinks I'm insane,

Insane