Exes
And
Echoes
Gone and forgotten
Or faint reminders

Truth be told ( Read more... )

It kills me that i don't remember the last words we spoke to each other
Knowing that you've wiped the slate clean of our existence
Like phantoms in the night there will always be reminders of a past you cant escape

I stay awake as long as i can
Some backwards way
Of prolonging the inevitable
Dread of having to
Wake up again
And get out of bed

Theres a box of old blades
In my nightstand drawer
Covered in memories i tried to erase
Stained with dark thoughts
I couldnt release
I keep that box there
To remind myself
That i am alive

It was a long nite
Then again
Every nite is a long nite
When you wake up after noon

Sweet dreams aong birds
Sing your tributes to the sun
As as close my eyes to the tune
Of your sweet lullabies

Tragedy breeds creativity
Heart ache is gas on the fire
But when the heart beats free again
There is only peace
Calm hearts have done the arts no favors

The word ( Read more... )

Smile beautiful
Never let the curve of your lips
Give way to the curse of gravity

I refuse to continue ( Read more... )