Don’t fight it

Don’t fight it my love,
don’t fight what you believe.
Don’t fight it my love,
those things you cannot see.
Don’t fight it my love,
calm down just breath.
Don’t fight it my love,
after all it’s just me.

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My love

My love,
she is made of harp strings and melodies.
My love,
her thoughts are all but known.
My love,
she’s got courage of her own.
My love,
her voice in my ear.
My love.
Please don’t disappear,
my love.
Glimmer and shine,
my love.
Live and die,
my love.
Know you place,
my love.
Don’t escape,
my love.
Show me mercy,
my love.
Show me grace,
my love.
In a heartbeat,
my love.
We shall meet,
my love.

Grey

She walked in, no longer in surprise at the body that lay on the floor. Her eyes glazed over the tiny bruises on his face and blackening around the eye. It no longer concerned her, she told herself. The stench of alcohol and vomit had already started to fill the room. She came closer, kneeling next to the now gentle body. Looking closely at the face she once loved, once called home. A plethora of memories hit her hard, but she didn’t have space for them. Her heart was too busy contemplating the actions she was yet to take. Over the past few years she seemed to have lost her sense of right and wrong. Everything had become a dull grey.

What Best Friends are for

Mike, can you do me a favour

Not again, I already told you I was busy tonight and anyways you said you would limit to one per week

Aww come on Mikey that’s what best friends are for

Damn you, fine but last time this week ok

Yeah yeah

Promise?

Ok yeah. Come I go get the shovel

Say that you promise

Yeah I promise, now hurry up I want to get there before sundown

Kaya say the whole sentence and at least pretend you mean it

Fine damnit, I promise to limit my killings to once a week

A dream

How does one write about the emptiness, a purposeless living? How does one write about oblivion, ignoring existence? On a quest to feel nothing and yet dream so much.

And in my dreams these walls don’t hold me, keep me safe from myself. In my dreams my body is free and my soul open. For in my dreams I love. I live. I smile on the inside. For in my dreams I have purpose, I have someone. Someone I don’t fear to love, someone I know I deserve of. Open arms and full of bliss. For I wish to feel. Happiness. Sadness. Joy. Love. To let the tears flow and wash away the pain. But alas ’tis just a dream. Just another distraction to occupy my mind. To stop it from reliving the memories or any form of emotions. Just another illusion. A form of self defense.