LastLivingDragon

My pain is palpable Words around me Drowning me completely Love lost is not the problem Rather the fact that at this moment I'm staring out the window Hating myself Thoughts unforgiven Actions redeemed Pain is sorrow And sorrow's shade Fades me away Give me to stars Heaven only knows Why I'm sitting here Writing this down Feelings exposed Making no sense No sense at all...

All the words inside my head I whisper to myself The other staring blankly at the wall The wall is covered scarlet Filled with my blood All the fears Rippling to a point I can't return And my veins My veins cry They cry an ugly red That's washed away with the dawn of rain With it, the death seeps away.......

I would believe in miracles If only they would happen I look at you With your ready smile And crinkled eyes I walk towards you And my feet fall apart You seem to find them fascinating No!Those girls I mean Not my aching feet I have courage But not enough to tell you this Coffee would be nice But let's just be friends

You're the free spirit that roams the earth The truthseeker,the lier Hopebringer when it's better to die Light at the end of the tunnel and the darkness behind Your laughter smotes but is an entity of happiness Myths come true in your presence Reality only a legend You're what we rely on in pain And the thing that causes anguish Minds are toys to you And with you we play You lead the path to destiny Only to dissapear when we're almost there Sword out of hat or stone Monstrous eyes glowing red A mere glimpse offered Before we go to bed In most cases you never happen Our books put away Fantasies forgotten Brains all rotten

In the corner sits a boy, his knees to his chest. Listening to the voices. Trying to focus on his own breathing he picks at the lint on the carpet. Shutting his eyes hard he forces back the tears, only a single one escapes. The tear burns his skin as it lands, enforcing his resolve not to cry. There is a momentary lull; a foreboding silence. Erupts the anger again. A shiver runs up his back, as the winter’s night chill makes its presence felt. Clenching teeth harder, picking faster, the boy in the corner sits. Light from the hallway pokes its pointy prongs around the door as if it were a halo sanctifying the darkness. The nigh

How can I ignore each soul That holds inherent eternity Potential of the highest call Or despair of deepest grief A cosmic reality that stretches As deepest calling unto deep And yet I complain About my burnt toast And my sore throat And my ink that runs dry Like paper-thin gauze that covers Stuck taut across my cheeks Pin hole light, dampened breath And limited oxygen supplies Gasping for air-not-of-this-world Tired recognition of compromise And I find no words And my throat hurts And I'm late for work And the pen has run dry Lord, please be my centre And may Your kingdom come Let this reality's duality Unveil before m