Rage filled tears that stain your face.Broken hearts, a shattered vase.Stop, you're saying things you don't mean.Breath in. Breath out.Take a look around.Your friends are fake,They left you now.Your family is a picture of happinessWhen you're not around.What have you done?Why have you broken everything nice?Was it fun?Was it good?Was it worth it in the end?It's okay,You can live in yesterday.
I dipped my toe in first.The coal black tar,Shone like a heavenly light in the sun.It was warm, welcoming,Unlike anything I've ever felt before.I went in deeper.This time it was up to my hips.Like a comforting nostalgic feeling it wrapped it's arms around me,Round and round again.I'm getting used to it now.The scorching guilt burning my skin away.So I went in deeper.This time up to my neck.Like a starving snakeIt swallowed me whole.An addictive feeling
Isn't it sad,How parents always say"Oh I missed the old you."How they so casually mourn your deathIn front of you.So let's join them.Make a box,That's bright pink,Filled with all of our dead dreams.Let's fill it with forgotten memories,Friends that didn't last ,Betrayal and heartbreakTimes when we actully laughed.Let's carefully put in a vile of our tears.More bitter and salty then when we were kids.Let's place down all the things that changed us
I would not feign a single sighNor weep a single tear for thee:The soul within these orbs burns dry;A desert spreads where love should be.I would not be a worm to crawlA writhing suppliant in thy way;For love is life, is heaven, and allThe beams of an immortal day.For sighs are idle things and vain,And tears for idiots vainly fall.I would not kiss thy face againNor round thy shining slippers crawl.Love is the honey, not the bee,Nor would I turn its sweets to gallFor all the beauty found in thee,Thy lily neck, rose cheek, and all.
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terriblewhips,And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the treeShrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship'sWeird rigging in a storm shrieks hideously.Within the house two voices arose in anger, a slenderlashWhistling delirious rage, and the dreadful soundOf a thick lash booming and bruising, until itdrownedThe other voice in a silence of blood, 'neath the noiseof the ash.
"Heavenly Father" -- take to theeThe supreme iniquityFashioned by thy candid HandIn a moment contraband --Though to trust us -- seems to usMore respectful -- "We are Dust" --We apologize to theeFor thine own Duplicity --