Layer-by-layer. one shed’s away; And i die a little more everyday. I wonder the dead hill’s, isolation as far as i can see. Tree’s withering… the land of yellow, “flowers”, their pedal’s takenth, one-by-one;

The pond of blue-flame. let my body revitalize the tarnished land, let the trees grow once more; i do not have a desination – the soul shall spiral down below, happiness will flow on this desolate land.

The lightening spread’s throughout the sky, the thunder shakes my “blackened heart”.


Sociopathic angel

a painted face of happiness; looking beneath the surface, there’s much more to see –

The white orb gravitating ontop the home, as i run towards, it quickens in speed,

My heart, aches with lost hope as the spirit vanishes before my eyes

The breeze strengthening; the snow spiraling to the ground’s heating until it drips away…. as the last beat ceases in the chest where the heart once lay; once pumping with a harpful tune; a sociopathic angel sheds his last tear in the abyss.

heat shatters the heart – the ego soar’s, only for now. As i climb into bed, the thoughts shatter, spiraling downwards – negative glass shards poured down. The rainy ego, pour’s wettening the glass, creating slipperiness that the mind can’t pull up with positivity.


You walk from me, now what?

Nobody will love you like i will, they won’t drown theirselves in substances, to mask their pain; while you destroy them daily, for the sake of love. Few are this twisted, to think that’s romantic. As you pretend you don’t love me. Know what you have… panic of a rollercoaster for month’s, is becoming… too much… the romance is starting to die.


The smoke lessens – the heart beating with strength; the heart ticks more quickly, the clock on the heart, moves forward by 5 minutes, after an exhale; The hand’s begin to decompress, hanging loosely as the smoke exhales; as you inhale, it begins working again. picking up the euphoric slack within the mind becoming blessed. The heart pumps, smoke begins releasing in the chest, giving peace to the soul. as the soul grasps the smokey treasure, it takes it, and quickens the brain, Adds to the beauty of the shadowy soul. As black roses originate, they’re thorns of cigarette butts, the pedals of tobacco leaf’s. the soul vibrates quickly and strongly, and another inhale is made.


We’re attached by the mind by a “circular tube”. As my small shadow enters your mind, your light flows in, muliplying; it enters the veins and begins pumping quickly throughout. Spirtual beings, exchanging their energies, while, the heavens speak of our commitment?

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Hurts to love you

◦ What did i put you through? Seemingly its always my fault… you slam the door when i tell you how i feel? I say sorry? You tell me, you don’t love me, panic soar’s. As the pigeon flies, it happens to disturb you…. as it flies above, youre firing shots into it’s paniced soul, furthering it’s fate. You call these cupids arrows. – But blood’s flowing internally, trying to drift from the heart, in escape, from the mad woman.