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Illusions of grandeur tempt the mind into dark places where the soul curls up and dies. You only want to stay there for a night. Which turns into a week, A month Then a year Time flows freely. It passes you by While you stayed chained to your darkness Suckling at the remains of life that drips from her breast. Foolish child believes that he has forever but he barely has an hour. He’s burnt his days like matches and watches them crumble into ash with glazed and dreamy eyes red-rimmed and dry He keeps waiting for a dream that He pushes farther and farther away

Aching, blood stained knees A white, petifore dress Hands clasped together tightly Shaking, Sweating slightly, Her eyes are steel stones Tossed about in the midst of the storm. Pearly white smile, Fangs behind closed lips, When she isn’t looking He becomes a monster named “Man.” Dust grey hands Leave marks on the back of her dress.

We run across the sea. Muscles aching, With our eyes closed Until we are all stars, Fading in the distance. We go onward to infinity.

B E F O R E   S H E  L E F T. She was like a never-ending song, And painted life in a way that was both beautiful and filled with pain. When she spoke her voice trembled in a way that broke your heart. She was like stained-glass, Pretty to look at but sharp around the edges and easy to break. She was the fire That kept you warm when you were cold and alone But burnt you if you got too close She could have been a dancer The way she pirouetted in and out of your mind. She was your rock But turned to sand when you tried to make her into something More. She is the red balloon that Slipped through your fingers when you were a kid. And you wa

My feet, Aching in sand encrusted misery, Drag across the concrete cage of the steel jungle The putrid smell of piss and exhaust fill my nose. A constant reminder of our past, present, and future. It is never ending. It is progressive. It is futile. Underneath the weight of iron ore, silicon and industry the soul crumbles Take a breath and the soul escapes The slender, human back threatens to break under the pressure Skin rips open against the unforgiving concrete. Blood akin to red velvet pools across my palms. A constant reminder that I am not one with the steel jungle. I will never be one of them. I look around the sea of shifting fac

She shrugs her feeble shoulders. Her soft brown hair falls over her eyes, shrouding her face from his. "Life is short." The temptation overpowers him. He cannot help it; she is too vulnerable. He takes sweet, sinful pleasure in closing his hand around her thin throat. "And yours is even shorter." There is a shout of surprise. Struggle. And then nothing. It is a quick death.

Where did she go? The girl who used to smile so carefree. Who could light up with a room with a mere laugh. She wasn’t hindered by the Scars of her past and her present. She baked cakes And sang songs And danced in the moonlight. She would scream till her voice was raw Not because She was sad But because she was so happy that she could barely handle it. But then she was crushed Erased from the present And now stuck in the past. In her place, is a girl who Is afraid of the dark. And no longer dances for fear of falling. She has yelled at her parents. And swore And cried And scream because she feels Like it is the only way anyone w

God is not in her hips nor her head but in her heart. Because her heart is Where she loves, And worships, And prays. God is not in her hips because that is where her hell resides. As she hits the dance floor She becomes dangerous. She is hellfire. She is sexy And all of the boys come to her But none of them stay. For her head is noman’s land She has determination but no plans. Hell is in her hips so So she parties And prays to satisfy the yearning in her heart. Nonetheless, she has no destination. She has been groomed to have hell in her hips and God in her heart But nothing in her head. It is empty. It is a desert. She cannot mak