Should it have been me?

Is it selfish to assume?

What’s happened happened,

I will presume.

What purpose does my life serve if I can’t connect with another?

Like a painkiller for someone who is numb,

Like a baby for an irrational mother.

Without someone I am as useless,

like a beautiful peony in a dead man’s garden.

Though I think I am not honest,

I think you aren’t to blame,

You are proof that...

I’m not a perfect person; that’s what the world would say about me. You wanna know why I did it? You wanna know what turns a nice human being into a sick cold blooded creature that lives off of the scum on the streets? Society and its compelling needs to label. I don’t expect you to understand me as I don’t understand myself. My dad had the same issue, but then he went and killed my mother. Labels...

Solemnly, he sits in his leather chair as time moves slow and thin, staring at the mantle piece,

The haunted captures have seen him shrivel and bend,

Monotone photographs rest easy on the mantle,

With ghosts for unattended company, and for friends.

He wasn’t there alone. He had his captains, generals, friends.

A collage of suffering that lingers in his home.

He had a job to do so why should h...

If you were to give a man a mask then his true self will be revealed. The idea came from Oscar Wilde and it shows that if humans can’t be recognised, they will do horrible things. This doesn’t apply to me though, as I do not know what I am. All that remains are remnants of what lies I have conjured up. I have learned that I lie a lot; even when the truth is accepted. But if truth is stronger than ...

I can imagine

Imagine as much I like

I can imagine...

Even if it glitters, is it really glory

Not all with a cover is a worthwhile story

Glittering like midday,

Under the moons ray

Life will reveals its true plight

For everything must look good to be right

Everybody applauds as the orchestra begin

Does anyone acknowledge the hours put in,

But all is hidden to make people look just

Yet the truth lies the below the crust,

Whether you have judged fo...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

My god the last person i let reach inside my heart they were so unforgiving and unfair,

The space between me and them grew so far from a distance,

Yet I believe you could see something so minuscule like her footsteps creeping and poking around down there,

God to give someone the power to go and look into my heart as if it were...