Black
Black is dark.
The darkness, like the cold ebony of the sky
are like the feelings, which I try to hide.


Lament
I lament enough for the world, let alone myself.
But my lamenting is more like a song.
Daft and dreamy to the unfamiliar ear,
But dark and destructive to me.


Love
Love. The desire, merely being unattainable.
Only a luxury for those who are found to be
Very soft and delicious.


Exploited
Dropped to my knees
Left like shattered shards of glass
thought to be gone... but will always come back


Photographs
Tomorrow we're yestarday's photographs
painfully painted epitaphs of grief
desperate for a color beyond gun grey.
We desire somthing,but are sure to recive nothing
The artist only curses me.


Me
I endured thoughts of this...
you know my unadulterated desires and cadences
I, like veneer with my superficiality
exhanged the beatitific joy you have
bestowed on me with jagged specks of mistrust.


A Mess
Why breeth?
I'm a mess
my confusion spills.
Whatever makes me hate me,
now is present.
I can't make it stop.
I'm ruined.


Battlefield
Thoughts of this battlefield
painted my memory dark
I stood wounded and bloody.
The end never echoes


Time
Minutes measured and time infinite.
Clocks are lifetime reminders of my soft progress.
I, having almost everthing
will desire delicious unrelenting love for eternity