The star that remained brokenThis candle that's lit every night it's hot waxcannot rival the temperature of my blood. I cannotstand to lay here without the soft spoken wordsfrom a beloved friend.My tears are the only ones to caress my cheek,they know my sorrow by looking out the windows.I'm here every night looking at the moon and thestars and suffer to know they will always have each other.Is it so much to have a meaningful kiss? A kissof passion that will make my heart beat onceagain, that would release this cold air from within.
screams of solitudeToday the coldest stars seep inside me, there dulledges cut off the circulation of my serotonin.My tears of blood that starve for warmth willnever get a sympathetic kiss from the guardianof my mortality.Everything i create turns to rust, and every timei try to conceive the most valued silver i failand this stains me permanently with self pity.I just hope in this next life I wont be a forgottenface that freezes every time when comparing myselfto those that have been blessed in their lives.
dead or alive?Oh how i long to be granted a sympathetic kissfrom an angel with the wings of perfection.This silent pain rots inside me like a plaguedmaelstrom.I look at these pills that have been turnedinto ashes by the remorseless sun. So whatam i to do when the noose gets tighter as I hangin the desolate wishing well.My thoughts become thorns seeping deeper untilI bleed the temperature of zero. I wish i couldjust let the blood of mine escape into a whirlwindthat leads to an eternal peace, for this would healmy heart permanently.If i were to let my heart thaw out for a few yearsI don't think this would melt the frost that hasbeen installed in me. Every time i sob my tears turnto icicles and I scream as they seep back inside my skin.
Death wish ungrantedThe burning flakes from my lips can'tstand to look in my mirror made ofsour milk webs. I am the silver riverthat has been infected with rust andI cannot help but feel unattractive.The guardian of my soul should have nevercreated me out of a children's carouselthat had been permanently stained witha sludge like substance. My tongue andlips burn from everyone I've ever kissedwithout pure intentions.My face has lost it's warmth and vitality fromall of the bitter tears that always seem to find it'sway back into my psyche. My emotions havebeen through far too many medical procedures.So now i still find myself in the lobby ofmy own hell with no comfort or guidance withthe burden of my melted heart leaking throughthe slits in my throat.