(2013)
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
