xbrokenmindx

in the empty chambers behind the ice and rock past the grieving and the pain beyond the love and hope i live in my barren shadow land mine because of its incompetence and the unwillingness to succeed the way it should be where nothing is forgotten and nothing is let down no hopes are higher than the sky is where i am where everything is hollow and i want you to know that i will never feel you i will never again know your touch i will never again see your face and i will never again taste your lips even though i have never outside of my unconscious state i will just see your tears, rollling down your face- time after time

my lonely self sitting on the dark stairwell pleading with the thoughts and aspirations of my holy grail leave me with my soliliquy my tragic story that i will tell to myself leave me pleading with myself, like a hostage at gunpoint except now the thoughts are seeping out of my skull oozing out the cracks of injustice begging to be noticed or is it you, pointing the gun at my head hold fast to the safety, don\'t let it slip out of your grasp for if you do, will you be shooting me, or yourself

when the beauty comes and the giving calls backwards steps will take place broken hearts will arrive and lace between wonders the ideas of two will be shared within the empty cadavers give me areason i am here. give me a reason i am living and when the button is pushed to destroy everything at hand our soulless bodies will be the first to share the complete burning sensation for this is how we share our hate and nothingness fits together. too perfectly

broken bottles on the dresser and the hateful words tell of that night\'s refuge the left open door tells of your departure but our garnments so hastily thrown thrown on the floor go with the unmade bed and the candles that burned all night (that night) was the evidence of our time (shared together) when breakfast was made without you was when the hateful words and open doors and broken bottles and broken hearts all came rushing in

he sits in his corner waiting for the action to be over so he can go back to contemplating life the beautiful boy with so much gone wrong there\'s a layer of dirt on top of his skin and he can\'t breathe, trapped inside himself holding onto the edge, i beg him not to let go the beautiful boy has lost so much so much he has nothing left to give he will plant seeds of mass destruction and the beautiful boy will live his aches and pains are his memories now the love his broken heart myself could only be harmful, so in pain my distance will be kept * i want you so bad i\'m afraid to destroy you*

and though he's found something to write about he doesn't want to live innocence kissed away with regrets of silver it hurts to die I wish the beautiful boy could see The innocence that can be redeemed With depth and precision Beauty calls for love And an echo fades backwards Of something long wanted Something not forgotten When they look back they'll see all that the beautiful boy could have been Maybe. the beautiful boy only wants his words listened to and his innocence rewrapped the beautiful boy with a tear in his heart red tears dripping down past a heartbeat in his stomach and through the cracks in the floor bury

i\'ve died just a few times before will you please stop the resurrection this time this time, let me lie dead in peace where emptiness has filled the space this time, don\'t try to make me feel i want nothing to do with emotion i\'ll take the nothingness and tranquility over your Goddamn love and hope this death will be the final one it will be the one to let me envelop the cold, hardwood floor it will arrive o silent that i\'ll be able to hear my heartbeat it will rise abe me and float away         you can add it to your own this will be the death that stops my breath as silently as it has entered

You really should find out Or try to The little things That make everything The things you don't know, The way no one sees So take care to take notice The way she ties her shoes Bunny ears, none of that cross-and-loop stuff How she likes to be held, and in the darkness She's in her glory How she writes when she's sad, And her feelings of hating sleep Until her head is upon the pillow Music is gonna be her life, She won\'t give up Music is her emotions And so are her tiny scars But if you knew You would know that they're not only emotion But they remind her that she's alive And if you knew Than you would know That yo

keep the distance its more bearable that way i can see you high up there but are you looking down on me you almost reach the heavens and i can feel Satan\'s pull on my soul the one i would have sold for you just stay up there as long as the distance is more than reasonable

can i keep you? can i wrap you in my arms and cuddle against your body with your strong arms surrounding me finally found hands that are bigger than mine we could have tender hearts again let\'s have three am conversations about nothing and everything i\'d do anything you desire if i can keep you i\'ll show your tortured soul what love can feel like how we could fly above anything else if i could keep you we could take late night strolls i\'ll lie my head down when we stop to stare at the stars that seem so close, finally, the heavens within reach and listen to the rhythmic beat of your heart with your fingers running soft

dear everything i'm quietly being torn apart in this warm sunlight, this bathing heat giving me pins and needles as i stumble down this long road to destruction, litterred with bottles ive vanquished and tears ive dispatched of.  i keep a picture of you in the hollow of my head for reference because in this congregation theres no segregation and all our antagonists are saints to look up to.  dont think of me as a hopeless romantic as much as just hopeless...i'm not going to change the world and maybe it wont stop spinning, maybe it'l make room for us and maybe i'm too used up to know any better.  for now i'll keep you on the tip of my tongue

At first, looking at her You'd never know All the pain she'll never show The way she carries herself The way she walks, the way she acts You'd never know The joy her life lacks Hidden in amber pools of light There's a sadness that comes out at night And she's laughing on the outside looking in Putting on a mask to hide her sins As she runs worn fingers through her hair She screams out loud For someone to take away the despair The way she stares You'd never know How she has no one who cares But she won't let you see Just how the world brought her to her knees Look deeper than those amber pools of light There's a sadness tha

You're the quiet one in the corner though you're screaming deep inside You're the one begging to be out while wanting nothing but to hide You're the pale one in the mirror looking out from dark, puffy eyes trying so hard to conceal the pain while it eats you away inside Art is your only true love, the pen is your only friend, and you feel it's only yourself on which you can depend Pushed too far to want to come close, too beaten down to want to rise, yet only wishing for someone to hold you and wipe the tears from your eyes Stranded in the deepest darkness, developing a hatred for the light, and you start believing the only