// the fallen//

So many where not worth the battle, in what was once thought to be a rutheless game of love and fame. The first to fall was never the same while the victor cherished his new name but his rise quickly perished for the fans adored the fallen.

// inside the mind of a runaway//

Sometimes the race against yourself just has to halt as abruptly as it began. Don’t worry about the reasons just take a breath, relax, find your ground. And soon enough you’ll no longer feel the urge to flee. Unlock the lock you’ve grasped so dearly and just be.

// time//

When there’s no time to write, my world begins to concave, while I slip away from existence. Unwritten words have a heavy weight on this nameless soul.

// Gem//

She is not as inviting as a ruby
nor as shallow as a diamond
pure in beauty she sits in the dark awaiting her time to glisten
while fearing she will be plundered and forced into a little blue box

// masochist//

she has driven them away.

one by one

they have all gone.

like a masochist

she thrives on the pain.

what’s there to gain

in this foolish game?

a self-soothing satisfaction

that quickly fades

and she’s left

alone in her cave.

// the train//

It’s a pity I can’t save you. I see your recurring past in route but I”m just a passenger on this train and you its conductor. You’re stuck in this abysmal wasteland and I’m just another victim of your demise. Take the detour and end this nuisance. Don’t pretend you’re stuck in a vice. 

// i’ll rarely admit//

I’ll rarely admit that there is a soft side to my demeanor, but it would look as vulnerable as this…

I’d wear your heart on my sleeve, just to prove that you belong to me. I wouldn’t hide it in my pocket or put it in a locket. I’d place you there for the world to see.

// time reel//

these words were stuck on repeat in my head late at night…

write a song

write a song

let it out

let it out

emotion or pain 

don’t let it fester

it’s all the same 

there is no gain

it’s just a strain

on a heart 

that won’t play the game

// ice box without an ice pick//

There’s a scar on her heart, if you even consider it one, its more like an ice box. There is no feeling, no twitch, no warmth at all. It’s just this mass numbness that can’t be broken or cracked. She looks for an ice pick but none are near she refuses to settle for anything less and continues without success.