Rest.

Tonight
I write

to the broken.

to the beaten.

to the Damned.

But most importantly...
-
To the survivors.



A cursed community
living in the shadows.
Among the liars,
the cheaters,
and the dead.

This world is too much for us.
And as such,
let us rest easily
in our eternal bed.

Rest in peace those we have lost.
Rest those who remain. 

Stained Glass Memories

The moment I realized

That I cared

more than you ever did

was the moment 

I bit my tongue

and wished

to go back.

Oh how we hold onto 

past memories 

like precious stained glass

I look out into the universe 

for someone 

for somethign

to tell me

You really cared.

 

But truly

All I have to do

is think back

to our last moments 

to know

you never did.  

And that's called moving on.

Lifeless

And suddenly

He breathes.

The torment will never cease.

The fear grows

in my fading

hours.

Fated

Hours continue to pass.
Another day faded into the past.

How many more must we lose?

Lift my chin.
Open my eyes.
I  cannot run from fate.

Insanity has a way of seeping under your skin
and into your mind
when you're not looking.

Like something of a nightmare
it comes to you
when you least expect it.

While you are at your most comfortable

It takes you
like a thief
in the night.

Come morning
your family
is left
picking up the pieces
that lay before them.

Shattered.

Hurt.

I take this hurt
and I write it down
for the world to read
knowing full well
that they won't.

I take this hurt
and I set fire to it.
Hoping,
watching
in anticipation
that it catches
and burns
with a passion so bright
I could move an audience
to tears.
to revolution.

I take this hurt
and cry it out.
The heart wrenching
pain.

Another soul.
Too young.
Is lost.

One heart stops.
I wonder
Those final moments.

How wild the fire cries.