My outer thoughts,
Make my inner faults.
All that talk,
Engenders in my heart's halt.
The words are asphalt,
I shouldn't indulge.
For its just temporary,
The deceit of neutrality.

I could ink my skin,
with your name.
Engrave all the happiness,
And all the pain.
It'll stay there through everything,
Until we're both lame.
It may fade but it'll be there,
Forever and always,
To show I care.

There's something beautiful about freckles and blemishes and imperfections before I'm made up in the morning. There's something right about naked in the mirror; flaws and scars and age that accumulates with the years. I am a story to be read. I've got skin like a song.

She twirls around in her own respite,
Trying to hide her lack of might.
Her missing partner was never there,
She danced alone without a care.

Her movements fluid,
Time stood Lucid.

She started to lose the fight,
But she hung on till the night.
Her movements slowed,
She had nothing left to show.

There stood the lone dancer,
Who crippled at the weight of reality.
She had no mortality-
The haunting lies of ambiguity.

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

Im in pain,
But im numb.
My heart hurts,
And yet im alright.

The tragedy in this place,
Affects me.
And yet, i show no reaction,
You take that as affection.

Ill be strong for the rest,
Put on a smile to my very best.
Yeah-I look fine,
But inside im a broken mess.