Wake up, my beauties
Existence is fleeting
And given you received
The blessing of being
I urge you two things
**** it, I'm begging
Begging but two things
Don't let your nature
Fall prey to cruelty
Don't let the cruelty
Undo you

Should sleep better fit you
Though a difficult swallow
The final transmission
Shall seek
You
Out

If your soul is frayed and braided new strength with duct tape
Trace with your blade if your skin demands it in crying
Don't press it too deep
I need you. I need you

Hurt if you must hurt
And I know that I must
If our hearts are fractured
And I'm here surviving
My other lonely love birds
In this pallor once vibrant

Then,
Where are you?

i write to enlight
myself to survive
the path i chose
to have in life
so i scream
please
who could hear?
or see?
or relate
to the kid who
hides alone
at the break
high on
the steps
that are made
from within
his soul and craved
in an art form
so he could have a home
to bear the storm
coming to reform
the norms
of his instincts
Masked
so he keeps distant
Blind
trying to keep a link with the
Mystics
and it works
since it's
from within  
the layers of the skin
that makes my head spin
every time i remember where i have been.

Words Of Harfouchism

Emotions are as consistent as the ocean's waves
You won't survive unless you learn to go with them
If you try to fight the waves
You'll end up drowning
Drowning in the ocean
The ocean of sadness, depression, anger,
I'm not going to drown
I'm going to swim,
I'm going to survive

My heart was shattered, but the tears keep flowing.

I’m crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.

My trust is gone, and your promises mean nothing.

I don’t regret the past, I just regret the time spent wasted on you.

Everything beautiful always seems to slip away.

All I want to do right now is scream and let all my emotions flow out because inside it’s killing me.

You’re killing me.

Things may never be the same.

I’ll be broken, but only for a moment.

Cause it’s time to leave those feelings behind.

As I come to realize...

You’re not worth it.

When a relationship dies
The victim is not always
The one left behind

Sometimes the better half
Innocent and naive
Is the one holding the blade

After being stabbed
Countless times til nearly dead
They have the right to live

When both brutal options
End in blood and homicide
Their forced decision is life

Only one heart remains alive
To bear the shame of pain on the knife
It wasnt the good part who deserved to die

He was selfish and suffocating
She stayed true always stifling
Screams that swallowed her soul

The inflicter of secret wounds
Now has his own cuts to bear
Fatal yet deserving

Murdered by the angel
Too scarred to be recognized
By wounds he readily dealt

Changed into a phantom, only choice;
**** what caused her death inside
Her best friend, a beautiful corpse

His undead body moves
She put out the fire in his eyes
Though both ghosts stopped breathing

They unwillingly survive

lies
the kind I recognize
no different from the truth
with nothing left to prove
'cause I've been searching around
for something that just can't be found

was it me all along?
was that where I went wrong?
just needed something to live for
someone to love
someone to tell me
there's something above

im sick of having the answers
tired of thinking I'm right
I just want something to rely on
and a reason to fight

just a reason to believe
that I don't have a reason to leave