Silence is quite pleasant when the only thing left to say is goodbye...

Perfect is your hand in mine
Our fingers intertwined

Numb...
I miss it.
Not caring, not feeling-
Just a comforting embrace
Of complacent illusions
Telling yourself-
It doesn't really matter,
In the end..
That you are better off
Alone.

Sleep brings sanctuary
Dreams bring escape
At least until morning

Sometimes promises fall of deaf ears
And things are not what they appear.

Somehow I always end up in the same place
Sitting in this chair and with my hands on this keyboard
Trying to make due when there's nothing left.

If you strive for the taste of perfection, you'll certainly starve first.

Sometimes you just want to scream but when you try only a sigh escapes...

You know that heart crushing feeling, unable to breath
that is a fraction of my torment, my agony.