I’m awakened once more to reality; Pain returns me from sleep it brought. A “cry myself to sleep” mentality; A vain attempt to bury the thought. In her absence nothing makes sense; It is day, but my world seems as night. This pain has destroyed my defenses; Tears fall as shadows hold me tight. I gaze at my hands, crimson consumed; Covered in blood no one can see. And neither can I, it is assumed; But the blood was always real to me. Scarlet hands remind me of the day; When her love for me was...

Awaking again to my stark reality; The pain bringing me out of the sleep it brought. Acquired by the "cry myself to sleep" mentality; A vain attempt to burry the thought. In her absence, nothing makes sense; Though it is day, my world seems as night. As the pain destroys my last defence, I let my tears fall like rain as the shadows hold me tight. I look down to my hands; both crimson consumed; covered in blood no one else can see... Neither can I, the assumed. But the blood was always real to...

Standing alone in the forest of forgotten feelings Frozen over by loss Hidden by displays of feigned healings. Standing alone my forest, the heart stays wanting Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide; My mind, your voice stays haunting. Trapped in the forest, no way to get free, It's consuming my every thought; Taking sanity from me. My forest, seemingly impossible to be; Stretching further than sight can reach Yet the end, I clearly see. Staring deep into my forest, all I see is you.. Did I forget ...

From dust and ashes My flesh was grown, Together, my bones And sinew were sewn. My spirit carefully Woven and spun Then, with a single Beat, life’s pulse begun. With a single breath I was made real; The warmth of the sun And wind’s chill to feel, The lives of others To intertwine, to Meet, connect and collide With mine. Yet, from my inception And life’s first cry, I was destined to, And begun to, die. Pulse and breath, Both will end, Sinew from bone Time will rend. Neither dust nor ashes Can ...