How It Feels To WriteOnce it comes into my head,
I cannot stop.
Hour by hour, day by day,
restlessly enslaved by my own self.
Preferred SilenceStand in awe with your preferred silence,
and watch me destroy myself in front of your eyes,
instead of in the dark,
alone and uncontrolled.
Watch my ruby blond hair as it flows,
away from you and into the night air.
Leaving behind the scent of sadness
and a hint of crimson regret.
Taste my bittersweet lips
as they brush the dark skin of midnight.
Whispering a sweet lullaby
and illuminating the stars.
Catch a glimpse of my daredevil eyes
and see them for who they truly are.
Soulless and mysterious,
daunting and deceiving.
Destroy me piece by piece.
Chip away at my dying heart,
and remember how I always pretended
that your words never hurt.
Well, they did.