Drowning in Fire

Love is like drowning in an ocean of fire.
your last resort when you're down to the wire.
Pain is the lie she tells your friends behind your back;
and agony lacks sympathy for anyone who's just like you.
Hope is the last burning ember in the ashes.
The box of her letters i used to practice striking matches.
The passion she wrote has been soaked in gasoline.
The tremors from the aftermath of ashleigh,
and december's ninth symphony was simply a scratch
in drastic contrast to her knife in my back.
Thrashing out in anguish, the angel's the liar!
She's too selfish to save me from drowning in fire...

Sleep Walking

The memory of her embrace
Reaching out to stroke my face
Like a diamond blade cutting through the smoke
Night air rolls over the edge like mist
lingering amongst a field of stones
The echoes of her haunting voice
Wash over me like waterfalls
Left alone to dwell in agony and remorse
I lurk in the shadow of the absence she left behind
Dreaming of her crooked smile
as i walk through the dimness of moonlit streets
Meandering through alleys of breathlessness and doubt
Consumed by a loneliness, redefined.
A heart longing to love like fire
With a passion smoldering in my chest
and a sorrow embedded in the pit of my soul
A cinder of hope burning ever so faintly
Behind the eyes she once so loved...
The eyes that love her so strongly still
Ever so sane,
With endeavor so ill...

Dwelling in Yesterday

Cut from redemption
as i fall from the sky
My sense of reality
has moments left
before it dies
The empty space beneath my eyes...
...and in my heart, is stained with lies
The apathy that I am shown
By those who are fulfilled is prone
to make me want to self destruct.
Bury the blade into my arms
Comfort is found for the crimson is warm
Approaching nervana, the numbness sets in
Two entities fall to the ground...
Snow descending all around...
Grief aparrent by the scars on their wrists...
with "I love you"...
etched into...
the frost on their lips.

State of Mind

A sense of sensation
as i strive for innocence
and try for excellence
in the eyes of reflection.
My mind is dripping from the ceiling,
But I'll get through this one (God willing)...
I can't kill this awful feeling
Disease dwelling in my chest
Jagged lines upon my
wrist
Soft
criss
cross
cuts into the FLESH!!!
stop...
...Acting like you care about me!
Take away your apathy,
Just crucify and bury me
Place the corpse, no longer mine...
Six feet below the sands of time
Watch the sickness of sheer insanity...
become a state of mind