this world demands of me so much i give it all until my skin breaks my heart stops my eyes burn and my brain dies but it continues to take, take, take and it will continue to do so with no payment it needs to make
Author Archives: thewandereroftheworlds
third son of adam
you make so happy my heart bursts and my grin splits but like all things i love you also make me sad
eternal
if my first lover was death my second was sadness curled around me, always there, somewhere to lie on and it lied on me my lover took my breath and made it shake my lover took my heart and made it stop my lover took my eyes and made them weep i love sadness andContinue reading “eternal”
grief
everyone keeps mentioning you But all i wish is for your spirit to lie
i should have never met you
i don’t deserve to be loved i manipulate i rage i make others sad i make dramatics i mention things i should never i make others remember their own sins i make their hallucinate others i don’t deserve to be loved all i am is a curse
reminder
envy has always been my greatest sin
in this story…
in this story there is a young princess, an unblemished and wholesome child (that was me) in this story there is a queen, burdened with responsibility (that is me) in this story there is a dragon, a creature made of power (that is who i wish to be) this story does not have a happyContinue reading “in this story…”
romantic
my first lover was death and death will be my last
elliptical
sometimes everything is a revolving cycle of wins and loses of smiles and tears of triumphs and lows from good times to bad times my life is a cycle i dwell in the silence and darkness for a time for hours, for days, for weeks, for months, for even years but i also dwell inContinue reading “elliptical”
the eighth of feburary
it is 1 am in the morning my lips are a bit bruised and your skin is a bit scratched but it is our last night, the last night for awhile you didn’t realize it until the end but I realized it when i crawled into your side, stared at the clock, and then toContinue reading “the eighth of feburary”