Soulmates.One breath.One heart. One mind.We are uniqueand yet we are the same.Trusting someone elseso completely as this makes you become them.Our souls,combined in a fit of rage, Every fiber of our beings At firstfighting against what we had made together. Regardless, it was truly inevitable.We are in love as one soul. We are soulmates.
Cracked ChordsThe strings of my heartplay the tune you wish to hear.They reverberatewith the song you sing.Yet,a string has broken,and in your desperationto hear my heart's sweet melodymy sound has become wobbly.My instrument cannot fulfillthe things you wish for.Replacement is what it fearsas you become more irateat thecra ckedchor dserrupting from my twisted heartstrings.I can but watch as yousl i pfrom my grasp.My heart becomes a knotted mess.Please untie itand I will gladly play your beautiful chordsonceagain.
Writer's BlockMy pen will not flowAcross this paper as itShould.The blockage isUnbearable.I crave my black thoughtsinked on white paper.It should be a sinTo feel so helpless in your ownMind.
Hell's pressure.When she was alone,she lost herself.The same way god lost me.The putrid ghost,he murdered her,and dropped her body in the sea.I longed and searched for that innocence,but she was nowhere to be found.It's almost like my childhoodwas pilfered without a sound.When he dropped her in she struggled,she fought she cried and screamed.Alas all good is weak yet lovely.Alas she is only a long lost dream.Now they drag my body out of water,and I feel like I am breathing.I cut myself on this evil world,and I cannot halt the bleeding.It's done with I'm done with I'm sick.All my faith was washed out at sea.All alone and in company I lost myself.The same way your god lost me.
TinmanMy skull isshshshatteredand my brain is like a clockwork;but there's something in the gearsand they are sticking.I coulda-a-a-a-askfor some sort of repair butmy short-circuit voice-boxis out of dateand my creator-God is gone.If only I could tradethese burnt out eyes for real ones,and get myself some sort of heartthat wouldn't tick.
Letterswhen you're pregnantwith your first idle child,and you're silently treatinghim with deficit words of"shh, shh,"his lips will quiverwith the slightest triangular grimace,and he'll recognize the inside of your uterus.and his tiny wrists,unslit.when you're married to your present-tense husband,remember the last time you made me blush saber tooth tigers,and how you used to carry me across the clean-cut grass,warm dew embracing the tips of our star-studded feet.and how you made mecry.when in high school,we lay side by side,teaching each otherabout the personalities of our psychologists,and how sometimes minewould clutch her teeth with her tongueout of faint nervousness,or maybe it was the squarefreezer chill of the illness.i loved your hands,roadmaps of blue veins and skeleton fingers,but i loved you more.
Without YouOpen my eyes, to one more day of life(I'm just slipping through)But I don't try to do much more than survive(It's pointless without you)Just one more time, I'd like to say you're mine(And let it be true)I can't escape, this tormented fate, not without youNow I'm searchingBut my eyes are blindThere's nobody hereThere's nothing to findAnd I'm left standingBroken in tearsMy heart is goneI'm losing my mindI've always hated myself, and wished I didn't exist(I know I'm imperfect)Let myself be decieved, by the taste of your kiss(Was this really worth it?)On my wrist, another scar laid to rest on my skin(Do they have a purpose?)There's always been some kind of problem, embedded withinAnd I'm left standingFighting back to tearsDays go byStill nobody hereNow I'm brokenShattered insideMemories goneI left them behind...
I broke a mirror to multiplyI broke a mirror to multiplymy smile several times;To twirl and watch my tiny selvesdance in their confines.My minions and my audience;My crowd in Crystalline.The lines that broke were smooth and cleanlike their reflective grins.For seven years I'll only facethe tiny shards of me.No broken luck or broken soul;Just attentive company.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel."There's a light at the end of the tunnel."Then I will run as fast as I can."Hang in there, get through the tunnel!"Believe me, I'm doing the best I can... I run dead ahead, trying to reach the light,But the shadows surround me, and hold on tight.As I break free from them, it takes all my might,As I run, it seems to just get further out of sight. But yes, I see it! That glorious light!As I keep running, and the light gets brighter.I propel myself forward with the last of my might,Too late, I realise, the light is a flamethrower...
Sky FallIt’s always when it’s raining...She calls me on the phone.Her voice worried and hysterical,Compelling me to get home.She saysThe sky is falling…That everything’s coming down.She can feel the whole world crying,And she’s afraid she going to drown.Hiding under an umbrella.Isolated on her bed.Maybe to keep the rain out,Or the rumors that have spread.Trying to ignore them,Like the voices in her head.She shuts her eyes to scream,But silent raindrops fallinstead.She believesThat one day,The clouds might go away.it leaves me stifled and choked,When even on the sunny days,it makes no sense,that she's always soaked.In the night.She wakes to rain,Hiding under an umbrella in fright.Like the downfall causes her pain.She tries to be brave,Peeking up at the skies.But she cant help herself,So she just hides and cries. She cries. and she says God. I know i'm lost,and I've almost lost it all. but please i'm praying D
BleedWe wake up every morningThough we've got nowhere to goJust the same desperationAnd all the secrets we don't knowWith that person in the hallwayWith the blood beneath her sleevesAnd she never quite came homeBut we swear we saw her leaveAnd you know it's almost funnyThe way we cease to careLike she wasn't quite a personJust one less shadow thereThe smiles we cut into our facesSo no strangers see us cryThe way we hide our injurySo no strangers see us dieWe judge on imperfectionOn beliefs, and flaws of skinWe are raised as childrenTo never look withinI was worthless so I cutAnd now I'm worthless to the worldI am scars and I am bruisesNot just another boy or girlI'm too thin and I'm too brokenHurt enough to make you stareYou know, but I'm not pretty enoughTo ever make you care
Runaway GirlA new yearMeans a new startSo maybe timeTo give me back my heartLoose my chains,Let me growAnd if i come backThen we shall knowThat forever meant alwaysThe promises were realGotta let me run awaySo we know how we feelDoes absenceMake the heart grow fonder?Without meDo the hours seem longer?Or will i beForgotten so fastYour runaway girlConsigned to the past.