Sunday, September 3, 2017

It's past curfew
Oh tilted dream
Wherein I'm yet again angry
An unkept prisoner of sleep
Honestly waiting disgrace
In a prison of memory
Dishonest aptitudes
Writhing to kill
Any peace

Saturday, September 2, 2017

The tattooed heart on my epidermis sleeve
Has lost the vibrant pigments of any happy glow
 And it vigilante hurts as if long past curfew when I breath
Still I meander off to sleep awaiting on another blind tomorrow
A faceless epidemic threat beyond nightmares dethroning my hope
Just another monumentally disastrous uneventful day 
Thankfully I'll just stay hidden in doors
Where nothing but silence happens
Wherein slowly faith bleeds
For if family disowns
What loves is there
For me...?

Friday, September 1, 2017

Every day...
Another great day
To stay behind closed doors
Where the volumes of silence consume
The last happy note of a long discontinued happiness 
As this heart bleeds straight tattooed off this sleeve
Metaphor for the hope dying within willingly
How long till suicide can it be...
When a family has disowned
Does love exist... 
For those like me?