Emptiness.

oh the starvation, oh the starvation

'til the darkside of the moon glows

'til the true colors show

black and white like an animal

yellow teeth with the scent of death

veins detail bloodshot eyes

skin so pale contrasted to text

bones texture these words

insight so earthly

fingers longer and thin

to brittle to be seen

watch them crumble to dirt

when they reach for open heads

legs like the stem of a wilted flower

the slightest breeze cuts blossom

from the roots, tales of tales

from the depths of life

oh starvation, oh starvation

conversation 2

so i strongly believe that a personn must grow in to love, not fall. but in order to grow you must know that person for a period of time, be it long or short. but the true question that i find myself needing to ask is who to grow with? who wont leave me. who wont i leave? who will be a waste, or at least a humble memory.

conversation 1

1.) hello my little cantalope!

how r u?

2.) i feel like a ragdoll. throwing myself into the walls of the asylum.

not necessarily a bad feeling but not even close to good

1.) umm...why do u feel like that? explain, please.

im sorry ///.- <===emo smiley

2.) i don't know. i feel like i'm in quicksand. and it's taking forever to consume me. i feel so static. but inside i feel so raw, so beaten. i feel like i bashed my head with a baseball bat. even though i don't know it. i feel empty, even though i keep throwing anything and everything down there. i been logical about this i been irrational about this. and i just end up wit the same conclusion. that i am scared. i am scared shitless. don't ask about what. because whatever you assume is correct.... at least in some way or manner. i'm damn near scared of everything right now. i don't know who i am or what happened to me that i have become this person in a few days, im afraid that this is a phase that i'll pass through because that means i'm still changing. and that means i'm not constant. i'm like an irregular heartbeat--fatal. maybe i just had a realization that i'm dying in the end. maybe because i cant every have a healthy relationship and i feel like time is slowly leaving my side. maybe because when i try to see my future. i just don't exist

revolve-R

this all started with the prize in the middle.

who'll crack first

eyes shift person to person,

twitch left, twitch right

sweat beads down the faces of man

dripping down necks

a sweet hum of hearts

sound like the wings of the hummingbird

russian roulette echoes in their minds

click, click, bang.

their choices are limited to none

no one can walk away

if somebody starts toward the door

it's and easy shot to the back of the head

all guns on one

and the mexican fiasco begins

no one can flex the trigger

if somebody shoots

the law of the mexican standoff is broke

down falls the last domino

and the mexican fiasco ends

oh and the charm?

let's turn the circle on it's own

one by one

eventually it's just mano-a-mano

stalemate restarts the situation

place your bets, the game has begun

approximate betting time 5 mins

approximate entertainment time 7mins

disclaimer: these men knew they would die

due to the odds, let's just say the prize is worth it

An Innocent Murderer

let's put back these stars

she felt so familiar

it's my mistake

she had this dance

one so beautiful

like she was barefoot

on broken stained glass

her feet so graceful

close to walking on water

the stage stuck to her sole

white ballet held her passion

her dance, timely and complex

the glass under her feet

grew her passion

her life is on that stage

tainted the red of desire

her feet cut and open

the life inside roots on stage

puddles of blood follow her dance

she loved the theater

so she painted it passion