“Useless flood gate”
A slit in my pocket,
Dripping secrets,
Dripping lies.
Tried to sew it up,
But flood gates don’t hold.
Welling grotesque cries,
Leaving a wake of lies.
Ostracizing scavengers,
Feed from the fissure,
Splitting the disinformation mountain.
No word too long,
Too strong,
To cease the flood,
To heal it all.
So the drowning wake,
Only feeds the drowning pool.
Run,
Find a place to belong,
At the end of this,
Searing trail of lies,
Just a corner away.
Tonight the lies will flow,
To drown the screams of this.
All these half truths,
Seem to disconnect the lines.
To kill it all,
To finally belong,
And stop this flood,
Is all I really want…
From this lake of empathy.


"Untitled”
In the island of her heart,
I dwell in my own hate.
Trapped in crimson eyes,
I live only in dreams.
I found her here,
Inside a heart,
Lost in hate.
Isolated eyes,
Trap me,
In a heart's dreams.
Her heart,
These words,
That hate,
Bind me,
To her island.
Crimson eyes,
Come down,
To gaze upon,
A heart's island.
To view the isolated,
bound by hate.





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