Skate

I take a breath from the greedy night
Inside, I feel, my pain reside.
Searching for the light inside your room
feeling the cold black flowers bloom.
Now see as the dark shadows swallow my hair
Paper ice wind, I rip and tear.
Im sightless in this pitch black,
For your love, I wont look back.

Broken Phone Broken Speech

Like death we stand so still
the girl's heart beat gone.
Watching the lovers let go..
Tonight she'll purr this song.

The key to destruction
Is the indifference in your eyes.
Slowing as the chase is lost.
We watch our smiles die.

Sunshine setting.
The wolf falls mute.
treading my lonely path.

Cold sweat bedding.
eyes warm ice blue
A string to the sky I cast.

Tonight my walls stop breathing.
Tonight the stars explode.
Goodnight to the ever bleeding.
Goodnight to my empty road.



((I usually vent when I feel like poop. Ill post a not so sad poem soon enough.))

Shorter then You

Blood lined monsters that graze beneath us.

Slowly advancing backwards.
The gnomes paint the field in droplet dew.
The artists whisper lonely haikus.

And if you would like to sing
She will sing along, to your heartfelt song.
If only you would sing.

The shadows ripple across my face,
I lie awake, dying, Ive been dead for days.
We turn into the monsters crippled and full of hate
Though weve waited for so long to engage our fate.
And you leave with an empty feeling on your lips
I dont leave, shivering before you.
Another night lying here dead.
Another damn time, I lie awake in bed.

We look back to see what we once had
I never once knew, Without a shoulder to rest on.
Lying in the night, sprawled atop my lawn.
When my dreams and my nightmares mesh into one,
I awake lying on my side.
and I will see that you are gone.

Taller then me

Stop, hence the past I have described,
These melting words that seem to cry
Stop, hence the words that become before
These melting words, echo through the floors.

1. Sunshine that dwindles, please dont dwindle.
Moonlight that follows. Please dont hollow.

2. I am not the creation of your face and..
Tie your lace son, we've got to start running.

3. As if their eyes were open, flooded with things
they wanted to believe.