as innocent lives
lay bleeding out on the ground...
At times I would overdose, with the
bane of my life I would...
Paint chips fall gracefully
like a freshly, fallen snow...
There is a crack above
where light silences the whispering...
I feel awkward
at times...
Headless angels adorn an abandoned Christmas Tree-
Tucked in a back alleyway...
Do they know, what it's like?
Visuals emerge, inside my head...
Her love slowly died
as he smirked with cruel delight...
My loves will never know-
unless they read the lines I write...
These days cold water trickles at my feet.
Where rivers flowed with willows - envy in their...
I hear laughter
and it makes me cringe...
I am not mad at men,
I am mad at the boy who has a gorgeous...