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I'm breathing in the smoke of life, Inhaling past the choking, Holding in the pain and crap, Feeling like I'm drowning. I'm taking one more step towards A path I know I'm taking And hoping all I find is What I know I'm seeking But all I hold within myself Is nothing but confusion A breath of smoke and CO2 And a rash of indecision

If you were there in person you would've seen nothing but a continuous shift of shadows and darkness, but I, being there and having the sight of my people, was able to discern more than movements in the dark and, because this is my story, I'll tell you what happened that night.  Truthfully my story starts earlier but it's a long history that's rather all the same in my eyes so I will condense it for you as well.  I was born as a Moon Child some several hundred years before the first rainfall in the realm of darkness.  I was born as the first child and only daughter of the King and Queen of Darkness.  A century after my birth my mother dying g

        Trembling in desperation take a shaking breath.  Slip into the darkened water and disturb what you can’t see.  Embrace the fear because I don’t know what you face either.  I can tell you what to do but I can’t tell you what you’ll find on the path you walk.  You won’t find the bottom of the pool unless you sink, you won’t know how thick the flames are unless you walk through them.  You’ll either fry or you’ll be okay, that’s all there is to it.  I cannot walk the path for you nor make your decisions but I can watch and suggest, but in the end it won’t matter all that much to me, I am o

How much longer do I have to pray to my shadow? How much longer do I have to pray to not shatter? How much longer do I have to keep asking questions                     No one will answer? How much longer do I have to wonder what it's like                     To know what everyone else seems to...

In my path there lies a block, A large sharp-edged box, That stops my feet; stops my walk, All hopes and dreams it mocks. So to this I inquire, "Why stop my heart's desire?" And to my wonder it replies, "I am the Writer's Block" (As if an answer it supplies) But I can't speak past shock. So minutes pass without a sound Waiting till my tongue I found. "Why do you stand in my way?" I demanded of the box. The cube spoke not as if to say, "Have you not heard of Writer's Blocks?" So I tried to think of things to think And away from me my thoughts did slink. "Oh" I said as I remembered And so the box stood smug, As I tried to fi

My smiling face meets the rain, Breaking through my aching pain. The sunny sky had shone too bright For me to welcome home such light. Now in the pouring rain I stand And feel each small rain drop land To steal all my useless fears So in that moment my doubt clears And once again I have a future.

Kiss your heart and hope to die, Kiss your eyes and make them cry, Kiss your lungs and hear them sigh, Kiss your lips and say good-bye, Kiss your love and tell that lie...

Slash me different, slash me deep, I wish to die the boredom black,       and burgundy,                and ruby with my life,   and hopes,          and dreams,                  and thoughts. Swallow me with superfluous words So that I might soak up what matters. Too slow, too bad, too quiet in this moment. Sleep with dreams that'll make you Scream your lungs out.   Your voice - voiceless, soundless, hopeless, helpless in the dark stained vortex of my boredom. Feel what I feel, or don't, I feel it enough for both of us. Don't think this is false in all realization, the specific characteristics of myself and all thin