And in the end I was willing to give up everything. That was my love shuddering in the cold over the heat trying to stay warm. I wasn’t thinking of what I was giving in to | I didn’t care what went into the fire as long as it stayed burning for a little while … More In the end
I let it numb me I can’t get enough, it helps me when the going gets rough. I drink and I am numb till this tomb I dig myself, till I am all alone on a forgotten shelf. It overwhelms me the feeling of tranquility, I have the right but not the ability. The more … More This Time
Just two kids who didn’t know what life was about, all they knew was they’d figure it out. Young and dumb they dated for a short while, all she knew was she liked his smile. Things began to erupt but they stayed friends, it was easy to make ammends. They saw other people but surely … More Young Love
Words what do the account for whoever says them – right! I believed you but I guess I haven’t the slight. Words only mean as much as they can afford, for some that’s hardly enough to go toward. Words are meaningless action shows more, words cut like a knife leaving you stranded on the floor. … More Words…
He angers me but the wine doesn’t let me feel, I think I’m dreaming because this all feels so surreal. Two can play at this game and I’ll show you that I play better, you want to talk short it’s whatever. My words are a secret and I like it that way, if he found … More Player Two is Ready..
oh insomia my old friend, here we are we meet again. what is it that keeps us up at night, is it love or is it fright? are we afraid to waste away yet another day, whose to say? shall I read shall I write or shall I sleep, its a question that haunts me … More Insomia, my dearest friend
Sleep deprives me here I am yet again, I’d like to go to sleep but I dont know if or when. The monster roars inside of me like an endless futile try, I am so tired I could probably cry. Deep inside are thoughts that want to come out and play, It happens all the … More Mr. Sandman