It’s like snow

How the cold whips your face

With each speck your in pain

But so soft

So you’re innocent

You expect an embrace

Betrayal....

Numbers fail to fulfil

The amount of joy I feel

To bask in your presence

And treasure all the thrill

To count the ways I love you

Would never cease to end

For my love is limitless

And I know that much is true...

Her veiny pale hands held a note

Her rotting flesh an envelope

The whites of her eyes, glassy and gory

Even the dead tell stories...

It starts to fly, then descend.

A diary disaster meets its end.

I ponder how it ever survived,

And why on earth we have butterflies....

I know why the caged bird sings

I know that it’s limp limbs wish to be wings

I know that in muscle memory it soars

Across the wildest streams

I know that it’s feet miss the warm real wood

I know that it’s food won’t do it good

I know that it’s instincts are to fly

Not sing, but it has to try....

She’s only 14.

Her heart so meek,

Her soul so sweet,

Her mind deadly

My scythe, her air,

Each day despair,

Words clogged by dread,

She knows I’m her end.

I cant accept

My warm kind gift

Can turn so sick,

Or seem a trick.

I want to care.

Welcome the end.

So as your friend,

I’ll do my best…

She was only 14....

‘You don’t love me? Oh come on, not even a little bit? Not even a tiny little spark? I really thought you did. After everything we’ve been through, I feel like you should love me, at least a little bit. Honestly, why though. Like, why not? We’ve been friends, for years now. Years! And you haven’t felt anything? This can’t be right-person-wrong-time because it would’ve had to have been the right ti...

I’m tapped inside

The walls so tight

The air is heat

I cant cool down

I’m kicking

And hitting

But this feeling

Sickening

I kick and hit

And flick and kick

And hit and flick

And I can’t escape

I’m trapped inside...

But do they like me?

If I said what I said

And I didn’t use my head

Now in their head I’m dead

But do they like me?

Cause they can pretend

And I’ll never be their friend

If this is the end

But do they like me?

Cause I can’t pretend

If they fill me with dread

Then it won’t stay unsaid

Cause I don’t like them....

Even the dead tell stories

Though they come with caution

Suicide notes can be morbid

Or laced with a deadly toxin

So if the cold whips your spine

When the mansion bears a letter

Be wary when you recite

The tale of a spectre...