even a sky has it's cracks
our clouds sometimes
too heavy.
these things sometimes
too stormy,
enough to break me
oh-so-mercilessly.
falling apart
in the vicinity of my bed
bittersweet memories
and that one time
i had blood on my hands.
and that once when,
i was clouded by something i didn't know.
but hey?
i'm okay.
i've been moving on.
almost there now.
yet still longing
for a wildfire
to burn the ghosts
of the reminiscence
of what we never were.
all we knew was pain
all we ever left with
was pain.
now I lay in my bed,
scared,
yet you're not there.
we shatter as the
sun and moon collide
the burn trods upon
where our hearts
should have been.
you tell me about love
as if you know
but you don't.
'cause all we've ever
ever known
is pain.
and then
silence.
everything
is paused.
will you play hit again?
or exit my life after all?
but oh
yes or no
i'll still be
numb, paused, muted
feeling lost.
nightmares on loop now
the music is deafening
the beats
life threatening.
i can't go on.
i can't
go on.
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
