I posess sight, yet I am blind
Legally sane with a chaotic mind...

No, my love, don't turn out the light
Don't give me to the quiet...

I am exhausted with this sickness
That I have hidden deep within the catacombs...

The Scribbled lines, penned and signed on colder...
Intertwine, A gossamer and shimmering web of hurt...

Some days, I wake up
With sunlight wrapped around my shoulders...

I Only hear you when you're silent
For that's when you speak volumes...

Yes, the world will still spin without You.
But it will be a little darker...

Quiet, Now, Don't Make a sound
Forget to breathe & hit the ground...

One thousand whispers that suddenly, steeply
Slip from my lips, could never compare...

I've written many of these poems
Enough to prompt Hyperbole...

No, don't let Him know You're hurt
But emclose Yourself in the pain...

All the day has faded now
As the stars climb into a blanket of sequined...