Everything inside is screaming,
With open wounds that ooze,
Maggots feeding and teeming,
Her pallor gray and bruised.

This is how she feels inside,
With no relief in sight.
So she smiles wide, she smiles bright,
And screams into the night.

The butterflies have long since died,
Make-up containers cracked and dried.
You are still my World, my Hope, my Love.
I will always be here, always waiting,
But I, my Love, I will never be enough.

I flew much too high under the harsh sun, ignorant of the warnings of my inevitable demise.
We only achieve what we allow ourselves to,
and we are only who we are because of what we make ourselves.

Your laugh has pried itself under my skin,
Your eyes have mesmerized my very heart,
Your voice makes my knees weak and my head spin;
My home is where your long arms start.

Why give up?
Why give in?
Why play, when you can't win?
Why smile wide?
Why cry long?
Why even try, when you're not strong?

As my world is crashing down around me,
I lift my chin and close my ears.
And as my heart and soul are bleeding,
My eyes shall shed no tears.

My heart has taken a temporary leave of absence.
So leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

What is greater than God?
More evil than the devil?
Rich people have it,
And poor people envy it.
What is it?

Greed.

Sterdus Accipit.

"Shit happens."

~David Coe

Friendship is a matter of closeness and distance, laughter and comfort, chocolate and tears. And inbetween all of these, a zero displacement occurs; having gone nowhere at all. But knowing you did, and having everything to show for it.