I'll hold my arms around the aura of your existence and share my warmth with your soul. I'll make it worth an everlasting eternity in an utopian dream. An illusion so real it becomes intertwined with the reality of this dystopian world. I don’t know if the time will come or, if it will it … Continue reading I lost…

Wishing all my time away I just glare at the pavement layered down by my delusional decisions.  An everyday routine in which my existence is negligible, and my mind goes completely blank.  Just how many days have passed?  As if my conscient flow of time is just gone.  A month, an hour, or a minute … Continue reading Twisted Law

Am I ready to do this? Every time I go back to that memory a cold chill makes its way down my spine.  I know it’s not my fault but, I can’t hold back this feeling of guilt.  I can’t help but imagine how it could have been if I had given you more time. … Continue reading Farewell…

Immersed in the reflection in the mirror, my conscience travels back,  feeling an attraction to my past I can’t comprehend .  Almost like an obsession to be closer and never let go. I look into the story my eyes reveal and reflect on what I could have been.  Missing my old self, my purity and … Continue reading Dreadful Reflection

Once again I find myself in the darkness of my desires. Wondering, how do I find peace at night? Just how do I wander into slumber? Sometimes, I just wish it was a never ending rest. A way to protect my soul in an self-made ethereal nirvana; alone co-existing in a eternal delusional dream. Everyday … Continue reading Precursor of your Tragedy

I can’t comprehend how we tend to forget.  To move on and, never look back.  Never to truly see or, even understand why some things happened and, how we act.  I wish I could understand, why it never crossed my mind to look back.  Maybe that’s why I’m now breaking apart. Filled with wishes that … Continue reading Obliterated Memories

This burning feeling down my throat, diverting if even for a moment the pain that takes me here every night. Feelings I don’t seem to be able to run from, no matter how much I come here. No matter how much I hide, I don’t seem to succeed. They always find a way to knock … Continue reading Getting drunk to get lost