She is The Martyr. Gifted to us, by God, as Freedom from our Sins. All we need do is be the hand that carries the Whip. A frayed rope of old, exposed wires and duct tape. We walk, we pray, we lash. One for each awful thought, every temptation satisfied, every gilded rule broken. The … Continue reading Gaia
I'm sorry I yelled Made you feel small And like your efforts Didn't matter at all I see you, I promise I know that you're here Not just for the laughs But also the tears I'm stuck spinning In circles and cycles Tormenting myself With this downward spiral Crushed beneath pride And feeling I'm a … Continue reading Postpartum
I'm used up. Heart bled Dry as the antarctic tundra I've nothing left to give To the out stretched hands Constantly grabbing for More, more, more Fuck. There is no more I'm empty. Couldn't care less That its been decades and you're in the same mess For fuck's sake, are you blind? So unaware of … Continue reading Flea
I stand here at the edge Lost inside myself. Losing Little pieces of my mind Falling into the abyss My screams echo in silence As Darkness consumes my all I stumble over the edge Into the eternal flames And it's hot, so very hot I wonder if I will burn Or manage to keep my … Continue reading Maybe Today, Definitely Tomorrow, Sorry About Yesterday
If there was anything in this world that I would desperately cling to; it is your life, your love, your smile. How cruel is fate to have brought you into my timid embrace only to rip you from my empty arms; removing you from this place that is our future, undecided. How cruel she is … Continue reading To Begin an End
I am torn by the duality of my spirit. Destroyed by indecision, halted in hesitation. Am I cold and heartless? Merciful and compassionate? I spend countless hours exploring my soul. After ages passed, I still do not know.