TornScar18

Late nights devour me Mind running reckless of the hours passed Filtered soul. Filtered life, lift me out Collect the pieces and save what’s left. Smoke ring lifestyle In and out of consciousness What a nightmare What a heavy spoon you feed me with What a thin line this has become. Inches and minutes Years and miles Hardened chest, tired eyes Holes in these hands, there is no more to give They become the burden Self written into a private life With greedy eyes and anxious fingers Nervous tongues spit venom. Angels and devils I suppose Walk across this land in skin that matches my own Devils in angel wings I suppose Shame for me to n

Watch her push away, away, away Time is the gate keeper to her hidden heart Rusted over, vines intertwine Hushed lips, anxious finger tips Tongue like a viper, poison feels so bittersweet Pushing through the threshold, slow motion high Up the road, sun soaks the way Luxury in a faded old sweater Hands on the wheel baby girl Don’t let them make you cry. Rooftops and flowing fabric Resting thoughts on passing clouds Busy people, busy life Busy mind A line written with every breath Blood pumps for the hope sick of tomorrow Let me find the way darling, Let me go at it alone.

She lays in a bed. Life has begun to be measured by the ticks of the clock. Medication, prescriptions, sleeping… Snow covers the frozen earth Winter watches her as her fragile shell of a body starts to fail. She stares out her window. Her thoughts are only hers to keep as the days grow shorter Organs shutting down Like a sleepy town, each light starts to shut off One by one. I sit beside her, holding her hand To imagine a life like this, I can not bare. Heart feels heavy as the days keeping running, I want to stop them for you Rewind to a time when  we would talk. About life, about love About existence. I want to believe so b