Sorrow and DemiseMorbid and restless shadows arise.Clouding judgement, a glaze over eyes.Funny, almost. Amusing, at the least.The silver gleans - the pain released.Seriatim; it drips; it pours; it stops.Crimson in colour, establishing clots.A pattern of fluid, so fragile at glance.Though when observed; veils are but lies,Replaced entirely by sorrow and demise.
RelationshipsWhat's the point of relationships?Can never see the benefits.All you're left with,are the permanent remnants,Of a love lostAnd a friendship ended.The fights, the laughs,They're all but masks,For the bodies within,Struggling to win,To gain control,And save the soulsOf two innocent victims.
DreamsWhen the fog is yet to lift,And the breeze is thundering byBut you are hiding in layers,Of blankets pulled chin high.Sleeping, and dreaming,With a serenity that keeps you safe.A smile upon your face.Prince Charming's on his way.No need for silly standards,These times are just for you,These times keep you sane.These times keep you true.
Done. Over. Gone.No, not ever.I could not go another day,It is but too little,Too late.The woollen jumper need not cover me now.For I am already cold.Taken, and bathed in a relentless shadow.My heart now nothing but an organ.Beating slowly..So slowlyBefore coming to a stop.And with that it ends.Done.Over.Gone.
Never Always..Life is good,But never always,Like a world of tennis balls,We all have our ups and downs,Because nobody's perfect,And yet everyone is.In our own special way,We keep our world turning,In an eternal pattern..Of lifeAnd death.