Death is my friendOr so I wish he wereCapture me and drag me into the abyssScar me, tell me liesBring forth a mirror asI watch us merge into one anotherDeath tell me a storyAbout how I lay my life awayHow worth slides through to the pits of hellBurn me I dareAfter all you are my … Continue reading Death is my friend
Life
Life These days are So hope filled With joy, love and emotion A connection deeper than the depth of the your depressive thoughts of suicide You are okay Tomorrow is unknown Is that not the point To feel Everything Be it unsubconcious deciet that betrays any thought of togetherness But you are alone One No … Continue reading Life
I am the disease that walks this earth
I scorce the earth decaying as i moveAll that I touchLike a leech I drain you of your bloodAnd I feast on myself over and overNothing to compareWhat a sad life I've just begun to air Death my cousin come take meI wish you would seek me I look aroundNothing in sightNot a friendA dadNor … Continue reading I am the disease that walks this earth
Dear Self
I cannot apologize enough. To merely utter the words does not excuse my ignorance. All the breakage you’ve been dragged through. Cuts. Stabs. Beatings. Are you not exhausted? You must be bleeding. Are parts of you missing? Must be, because I’ve put you through torment. COLLAPSE!! Why don’t you just COLLAPSE?! Shatter like fragile glass. … Continue reading Dear Self
Letters
Dear romantic Me I’ve reached a point of distaste. Dislike. Possibly distance from connectivity. I do not dwell on insight, instinct nor inquire for there is no need for this knowledge. To feel depth with another individual has become beneath me. I share no heart, care nor love for that fire has died out. At … Continue reading Letters




