In the End of Times Hope Will Be Nothing But Broken Dreams

There in the darkness,
Where only shadows may see.
Lies the place the dead seek.
At the end of the ride,
They will seek there peace.
One day they will find it.
If only they could speak.

Thristy

Reaching in,
Filling the glass.
Knowing it wont last.
Slipping to the floor,
slow motion,
Remembering the emotion.
It hits the floor,
Right as she walks out
the front door.
Everything breaks.
Left laying there,
Nothing more than
Broken shards.

When You Dont Need to Wake

Behind the barriers,
In between the sheets.
Tradgady strikes.
Shaking between the sheets,
the tears rest on the pillow,
To be devoured by time.

Know One Knows What Comes in the Night.

Sneaking in
Through the crack
In the window seal.
Slithering across the floor.
Creeping up
The bedpost.
My tourturer comes in.
I could have been protected
I could have made it through;
But my blankets failed.
Yet again i sleep
Restlessly,
With cold feet.

When Nobody Doesnt Look

Leaking out like ink from a pen.
The carton has been spilled.
Milk will roll of the table,
Gracefuly splatering on the floor.

Pourin Out

The clouds can see this.
They see their job stolen.
Flowers are watered,
And the Pavement is clean.
Open the gates,
You can see it coming.
You can see its distruction.

Truth Be Told

Insecurities luming.
Sleeping in the feilds
As the roses bud,
Spring is upon us.
Flowers are bluming,

The roses hold the attention
Onlookers sit and marvel.
Nothing else this good can be.
Nothing better to see,
This suicide prevention.

Screaming From Indside Out

Do you
Observe this?
Underneath it all.
Behind all
These walls

The Sumber

Crisp and cold the air rolls in,
Striping the the earth of life.
Crisp and cold these leaves become,
Striping the trees of their beauty.

The ground soon freezes,
And the heart grows cold.
Snow falls to the ground,
So white. So bold.

Silent and cold,
Are the branches.
For they know not the sun,
The warmth they require.

Spring has not yet arrived.
The sun still sleeps.
Her slumber so deep.
Cold and alone we wait.

This is the Winter.