MonaDax

hatred,          my hands around your throat power,          i have not,                         you restrain me and i crumble beneath you                                 only dust, frail flesh with out the strength,           to kill you as i would,                                      given power. would that such was your hands, at my neck,                gladly,                        would i perish,                                            by your might.

Illicit dreams fill my soul Locking me in my own insanity Ossifying, slipping form reality Vagarious, killing my own future Evil consuming my mind You save me from myself Open me up to the beauty of the world Upturn my thoughts to better things

i have given up on my dreams of us,             remembering your touch, haunted by the memory of your kisses,             as hard as i try i can't forget, the feeling you left with me,         but i can't get it back

and would you,               hide me. the things between us,                            the gap grows larger, and i myself cannot close it,            because you seem ashamed, it used to be perfect.   there is something,                              we have lost,                                                 the space between us, suffocating me.

Flash,       a moment in time, gone forever,                 but recorded, for memory,                 the years go by,                               with the ticking of the clock... Flash,        a life gone by, in an instant,                   dead,                           caught in memory as a child, now lost,              forever,                          and life goes on throughout the world,                               tick,                                     tock.

Inhale, let the smoke fill your lungs chemicals creep over you invading, controling nicotine to make you happy nicotine to make you whole an addiction forming Exhale, the cloud of smoke from your lips scent embedding itsself all around you your head spins, only for a second keep moving, take another drag

My yellow rose Cut with care Hanging from a hook And as the days pass The room fills with flowers Everywhere death And everywhere beauty Spinning, spinning Colours bleeding together Collapse to the floor In a pool of blood Surrounded by my flowers Dead And I become as them