The mirror has shattered.
Sharp shards on the ground.
Blind and barefoot
I'm condemned to walk.
Sleek, slim cuts
Lead warm blood out.
Guidance.
Guidance for pain and death.

How dark it all is.

Regardless of the silence
All I hear is noise.
White noise.
And all I feel is nothing.
Nothing is was I feel.

Will this last?

Please,
Make it all stop.



I plead forgiveness for my selfish thoughts.
The clock keeps ticking.
Hearts keep pumping
and feelings keep drowning reality,
Making it slip through my fingers.

Escape.
Is that what it is?
No.
No, it's not.

My earth has shifted,
Quaked beneath my feet.
Stumble.
If you're not here, I'll fall.
My knees scraped,
Hands throbbing.
These scratches burn tattoos in my eyes.
I fell as you left.
Left and I chased after.



No real words flow from the ink of my pen.
No, not lies.
Not lies but none
That can truly express the everlasting
Feeling of loss.
You aren't dead... Well,
At least, not yet.

I shall mourn your departure as a cadaver
In a coffin.
Smooth, soothing wood.
Brilliant, meant only to be covered with
Rich, filthy dirt.

I try not to cry right now; I feel observed.
Buzzers.
Flesh-craving vultures who prey
On my weakness.
These words are my blood.
Private and within me.

Roaming eyes mean
Slit wrists,
-A scarlet mess.

I wish to keep you forever,
But I know it's not right.



Today was supposed to be a better day...
In a world so hectic, all suffer.
Trivial as it may seem, all pain
Is relevant:
Departures,
Losses,
Broken hearts and cardiac arrest.
This pain shrouds us
In shadows so obscure,
Preventing steady breathing.
Sobs choke in a throat,
Tears rim soon-to-be
Puffy eyes, and the air
Tightens in fresh lungs.
The end is near; because you,
-My friend-
Have left.



Gun clicks.
No one listens to words unspoken.
Shackles clasped, biting ankles;
Fresh flesh.
The corrupted world with its back to me.
No scars decorate my wrists; I wish they did.
Would it take away the pain?
Blade shimmers.
Eyes shut; begging to be noticed;
Saved.
Would I be missed?
Would blood stains forever remain?
Rope tightens.
The desire to no longer feel...
Will the final act provide relief?
Now you'll know what it'll be like when I'm gone.
Begging you to miss me.
Dead.



For Vampires Everywhere

The moon is the mother of all us creatures of the dark.
She cloaks the evil from the unknown,
Allowing those righteous owners of the night
To reign as we please.
For Vampires are not to hide,
But instead to revel in the world
Regardless of those who cast looks of ignorance
Because it is they who are unaware
Of who haunts them at night.
At night, when the children of the moon
And dark luscious blood
That posses our being
Come out from the shadows
To play.
To play with the intolerant
For it will be forever fun
To play with our victims.
Just to show them
How "innocent" we truly are.



Missing You Already So I'm Forced to Say Good-bye

It's just one of those moments right before daybreak
When you should be asleep,
Dreaming of what's meant to be right,
In which you recall all those years
Of piled up terrors
Joys
And confusion
That will only end up consuming you.
Yet it's those exact terrors
Joys
And misunderstandings
That have built our lives just the way they were meant to be:
The two main towers to that castle
We wish to escape from.
But the knowledge of having you beside me
Is reassurance enough, that some day,
The escape will be a simultaneous break
Through rusty blood-colored bricks.
So in my dreams in these daylight hours,
I recall those moments in which you held my hand
And I held yours.
For the earth on which we build our futures
Are just the bases for the bricks we were meant to set down.
And the seas you'll always sigh to as you admire
Shall be of no personal defiance,
For my love will forever be with you.



Okay, so I lied. Yeah, I was pissed off, but that's only because you're my best friend and you get mixed up with your girl. That just ain't right. It's a horrid feeling, you see, it makes me feel as if I'm not good enough to be held in that kind of esteem. It is as if that comparison were splitting knives, and honestly, it's hard to make you understand. I may say it is fine, using "whatever" as my excuse to everything, but you very well know that is not the case; you are simply choosing to believe it because it's a less complex realization of our friendship. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, break all the mirrors in sight, rip out all the pages of your favorite books and set fire to the most grandiose of forests. Anger bubbles in my blood that pours out with every word; the very words that are my sharpest blades. I can't rid myself of this stupid feeling, because no harm is meant, but truth be told, this jealousy should be dead; it's out of place in this world. Can't you comprehend? These wrinkles on my face are rooted in these conversations transmitted to me. And I don't mean to harm you or myself in anyway, yet, this is the only way known to expression embodied in my thoughts.



Begging For Forgiveness

It was never my intention to hurt any of you.
Adieu,
For it pains me to be responsible for it all.
And even if it is not,
I feel it all the same.
For promises of a friendship's oath broken
Mean but the incarnation of Death on a rose bed.
The benevolence given
Has not been properly reciprocated.
It's a cage I have created,
Small, tight, steel bars.
The air is limited within.
Everybody can tell.
But no one will admit it.
No longer worthy of you,
Adieu.
Lies, lies, lies,
Lies are all that lie now.
On the morrow I shall confess.
You'll hate me forever,
But saving you is worth it all,
And for that I shall take on the weight of the world,
Because my love for you burns like no other.
It's the only candle still lit
Providing guidance for my words to forever be eternal:
I'm lost without you.



You and I were meant to meet.
I know it so for its veracity;
Pulsates through my veins,
Etching patterns on my skin.
Over mountains that blur into the background
And the glint of oceans that compare dully to your soul's optics,
Foreign eyes presence my misery.
For now I feel numb;
All pain seemingly gone,
Wishing to manifest itself,
Yet, forever unsuccessfully
Due to promises meant to be kept.
How can such a small body stress
Such grandeur in what our society calls "love"?
Personal meanings for the word
Return to the simple fact that I can only describe it with "you".
Qualms scratch at the insides of the body you claimed to love.
The body desires no soul -a corpse-
For good-bye's are in order
Yet fears their day to come.
Take it back for the last time.

I want to prove that I am worthy of your love.
Time.
Attention.
I wish to make you happy.
Genuinely.
Eternally.
Take me and never let me go.
And I'll once more swear this is the last tear I'll ever cry
For you.



Yet Not Forsaken

Obscure nights split hazy clouds,
Enlightening the moon -a Cheshire cat smile.
Notebooks with messages of Death
Rain on forests that hide
Dark-winged creatures
With vicious jaws
And blood-thirst insatiable.
But a hero, nonetheless,
Deflecting the blade of swords
For the life of a soul-less body.
A soldier,
By the name of David,
With determined step
Walks under starry skies
Toward a world in which
Reality no longer persists.