SolitudeIn the darkness of my solitude coldness seeps through my flesh and begs for warmth and life a jagged reflection through perfect glass reveals the hollow soul of the defeated my skin crawls at the images inside my eyes, the same skin I wish to tear off when my insecurities are twisting inside my brain And I can’t make this go awaySolitude
Ive clawed at myself for days on end trying to scratch the emotions out of me so that I can be normal again No more crying, no more anger but as hard as I try is as hard as it fights back and so I’m left exhausted with more wounds that I must try to heal. &
IllusionInside the veins of a once forgotten heart porcelain blood cracks and warms my soul. The pictures on the wall smile back and winter's presence breathes a light that sparks the fire inside of me.Illusion
We wont fade away- Never to be labeled like the rest We wont let this die- Not after going through so much
A backdrop of stars against an autumn night sky brings back memories of what it felt like to be defined as one. Passion hits the backseat tearing off our broken wings leaving nothing but the silence to remember what you mean to me.
It feels right to be here &n
EmpathyGive me the sense to be free from those that torment let me be surrounded by the ones that share my mind for murder for they know that to be silenced for too longEmpathy
allows enough time to convict their prey for creating such evil that soon will be eliminated.
Those that create false images destroy me, for they distort the thinking of the already weak minded their lies pierce through me like lightning through the dark of night But now it’s my turn to make their ears ring with such displeasure It’s my turn to make their pulse rush with such distress, until their own paranoia takes them to the
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' I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex'
(Oscar Wilde)
~ Kristen
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