daydreamerforeva

its happened before right, i mean it must happen to everyone at some point in time, they just pretend that everything is okay, thats why they seem normal. you understand right. Your sitting there, happy as ever not knowing whats going on and then its like some on just smashed your mind into a million pieces of a jiggsaw puzzle. Its like starting all over again, and you just don't know where to start.... I don't understand my own head anymore, its confusing and difficult and its like nothing is clear anymore. Kind of like looking through a dirty window pane and trying to discern who or what is behind it. its kind of feels like i'm walking arou

I cant stand the rain against my window bringing back sweet memories….. The dusty record whirled across the rusty machine, the needle scratching the time weathered disc…strange the things you can find left in the wreckage, I wonder what brought this woman so much pain that she let her soul breathe it out in song for the world to hear. I wonder if anyone still does that somewhere far from the broken smoke stacks and crumbling temples that our world is now. For her the rain was pain, the same for us…acid droplets giving birth to terrifies shrieks of anyone who was caught in the downpour probably not the same thing she meant

I let the darkness envelope me like the wings of a mother bird instinctively trying to keep her baby safe from the harm of the invading world. But I should have know by now there is nowhere safe from the penetrating blows of reality. Thoughts of you rocked through me like the harsh notes of insanity’s lullaby. My fingers traced aimlessly over the spot in our…my bed, which you used to occupy. I wanted to give you the world. I wanted to give you everything. But apparently she had more to offer than I ever could. The searing salty tears burned in coursing rivers down my face, the empty bottle slipped free from my drunken grasp&hell

Once again it seems I've let the snake into my garden, My sweet Eden has been compromised and there is no redemption for the twisted sinful chaos she has become, All for you, Lost in love, All those words wrapped around my neck slowly forming my own noose, I've brought myself this far, lets see how much longer I can go, You take my hand and march me towards my own destruction, That much I can see, And yet I follow… You're a siren, calling to the darker half of my soul. Bitter and composed of the hatred that so often consumes me. Your touch is like that of ice on fire.

They sit, over looking the city lights in the cool winter air, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. Their only warmth is a thin blanket and their two bodies compressed together. She tells him its getting late, perhaps they should head back. Just a little longer he answers followed by a puff of white breath misting into the air. They sit in silence until she can take it no more. Why aren't things like they used to be, she asked. He waits, and her question hangs unanswered in the space between them. What do you mean, he inquires in an innocent tone. We used to be friends, it never felt this hard to be around you then, but now, its lik

Just as the delicate wings of the butterfly must endure the scraping of the wind, So must your soul as it takes flight into a dangerous world, It grows stronger with each passing stroke, Upward, and upward you will go, Rise above the world that will try to consume you little butterfly, Then you will see just how magnificent you truly are.