False Hope
Hope,
they call it that,
they call it that to confuse. Light,
that's what hope brings,
that's what turns around many things. Twist,
a little kink,
a little kink -it digs in.
Numb
My gift is my curse. The words i sew are true. Love tattoed on my skin, behold scars old and new. A demon from the darkness, the bane of my own mind. Telling me to do it, speaking words to me unkind.
Restless Gloom
Yelling, screaming
Bitch of 'healing'
Somewhere,tonight,
A heart congealed
Numb from love
that left it bleeding
The beating rhythm
of a soul unyielding
Glint if revenge in the eye,
Whilst the...