Kioke

And just like that, my eyes are moist. My voice horse, and my heart broken. Tore my breath, so that i cant breathe. The only thing keeping me sane, taken away from me. And just like that, i feel the world is stopped. But Im his arms, and i'll never let go. His breathing so shallow, his grip on my small body tight. Just like that, i let my tears fall, and dampen his shoulder. Because with those few words, my world became a little colder, just like that.

Compelling darkness of an imcomplete thought, One of which cannot be explained. Simply put its another excuse, For him to be called derranged. Walking silently down a lonely hall, filled with thick sadnesss of times before. Wanting only to know himself, and to feel the stabbing emptiness no more. As he slowly sits down waiting to be told, what he has down wrong this time, A thorn it seems had pierced his heart, reavealing pain stricken hate inside. How can they judge him by how he looks, or by who he wants to be. He only needs truth in his life. Someting everyone refuses to see. Why is he the one who's wrong? Always in the wa

Thinking, daydreaming, straining my mind. The silence around me, Wandering eyes. Repedative lies. Meet my weakness, my internal disquise. My body moves as tho it's its own. My thoughts all scattered, Wishing to be happiness prone. The insane is the strenth, Along with the knife. The truth, my weakness.. Along with the lies. In my eyes, Visions of my own life. Take it, leave it, let it go wild. Take a pen into my hand. All the cynical thoughts poor out. The tears dried, Open eyes, And it's all okay again.