I think I'm still
searching
My body desperate

yearning ..

for you

I'm sure you're
calling
I reach out but I'm

falling ..

for you

I move towards
the warmth
Longing for the

strength ..

in you

Many times I've tried
to run
My thoughts always

return ..

to you



x

There's a certain kind of comfort in talking to strangers.

Maybe it’s not having to care about what he/she thinks
because you don’t know them at all,
and when they begin to be of importance that you start to care,
that’s where it starts to fall apart.
That’s why you keep a certain distance
from a person you actually want to care about;
keeping them a stranger,
but wanting them to be so much more,
but you can never find the courage to get attached to,
because when you start to care,
things change.

"The sadness consumed me.
It was all I could see.
She was the light that kept the shadows out of my room.
She was the warrior that would slay any demon
that tried to corrupt my heart.
But now they have all come for me.
Now they have stolen my innocence.
Now I am lost left to hate this life I have been dealt.
This is no longer a life".

My heart cries tears of blood
While a smile is plastered on my face
When I laugh, an earthquake erupts in my flesh
My skin aches to be ripped off
To show the world my misery and suffering
Yet the lies of my life stitches my costume to my soul
Unbearable pain flashes like thunder from a storm
I want to cringe, to cry, to shout but my act must go on
My only comfort that makes me alive and living
Is knowing that all masquerade will only last
Until this exhausted disgusting body rots and dies

Would it be considered suicide
If I failed to see the truth
Or listen to friends time and again
That the gun in my hand was you

Who was it that purchased the bullets
Who spun the magazine
Who left the fatal shot in the chamber
Who caused this horrific scene

As it goes it doesn't much matter
The shot has already been fired
The end couldn't have come quickly enough
The hole straight through the heart

So I ask...

Would it be considered suicide
If I failed to see the truth
Or listen to friends time and again
That the gun in my hand was you

She will lose herself in a book
and find herself in poetry

She thinks that religion is a sacrilege
and that long showers are sacred

She makes love when she's tired
and never tires of making love

She is irreverent in her humor
and pious in her gravity

She is diligent in completing her work
and ambitious of her quest for leisure

She is the personification of romanticism
and the embodiment of compassion

She exists harmoniously in my mind

Gone...
Everything I've ever held
Family, friends, and dreams
All that's left I can afford
The dry and empty screams

Because...
All that's left inside me now
Is the numbness of my soul
Of life's held bitter wind of change
In which I have no control

How...
Do I take this latest hit
Another bruise upon my soul

How...
Can I dig my way out of this
Deep and darkened hole

How...
Do I find the strength to climb
When this life has worn me out

How...*
Can I expect an answer
When I'm filled with so much doubt

Yes, Life is a Tragedy
A scream in the middle of being formed
How often have I begged the lonely question
*The reason I was born...