Undone Stranger in the Night

Oh hello there strange, foreign, friend...
How lovely to bump into you again.
The night has fallen and your shadow is all that I see,
It could be a mirage, or the shadows of a tree...
Your touch is still cold, as it was when you left,
when you failed me, and kicked me, while I was down and out of breath.
I'm weary to fall into your death grip again,
For I lost myself, my sanity...
Foreign is probably the best to remain,
Although sin and sanctity scatter my brain.
I am sick, more sick than I have been in a while
...
Just to let you know,
in case the night unveils the sun,
My body is withering away,
until I'm finally undone.

Mission

I am sick
I am twisted
I am lost in the idea of my body withering away,
in the darkness
Nothingness.
Empty is the answer,
OneHundred would be success.
Mission.

Fireplace

My hands shake as my soul remains warm.
My intentions remain innocent, my love grows like vines on the side of a brick wall.
Cool to the touch, inanimate, lifeless- winter has creeped up on me.
Slowly but surely.
One month ahead in the distance, yet here.
Bone chilling winds break me.

The sun, she hides in the warmth of the clouds.
My sick and twisted discipline shifts into high gears.
A high so flawless that nothing could go wrong,
except the falling into countless deep sleeps of winter.

My body eats away at itself as I allow the winter to eat away at my soul.

Nothing will enter these lips,
only words shall escape them.

There is only one glimpse of hope,
warmth.
She is my all.
My everything.

I look up as my hand touches this chilled brick wall,
curious as to why the cold has become slightly warm.
Smoke gathers at the top.
A fireplace.

To the children of the world.

Whatever makes you feel better my dears,
if it takes physically damaging somebody or their property- go for it.
It just reiderates the mere fact that you are children and nothing more.
My life still goes on in normality.

Lyrical Bliss.

You and I may be slightly ridiculous,
in the most oddly adorable ways.
Our sarcasm compliments each other,
while our punch lines complete each verse.
Where have you been all this time?
Standing right in front of me.
While at more than an arms length away.

My soul feels rejuvinated, and relaxed,
My heart sings melodies so pure and true
that my mind is in constant lyrical bliss.

My sanity has re-surfaced, my stability
has grown imensely.
I'm afraid to plead for you to stay,
yet I am willing to ask
whole heartedly.

"Sweetest Girl" Acoustic: Wyclef Jean, Niia, & Jerry Wonda

Like sour Amaretto <3

RageInCollectiveness

I don't think you understand.
You hurt me this time.
and I am the one taking the fall for it.
Which is fine, because you've done it a hundred and one times.
Telling others lies,
to make yourself look more righteous.
I'm not going to flinch.
I know who I am.
I'm finally not confused about that anymore.
For the first time in years.

Revealing my secrets,
while whispering falsities entwined with them so the story is more elaborate.

I would never wish harm on you,
or ill will.

I just beg of you,
to leave me alone,
to disapear,
to let me live my life and be happy.
For real this time.

Memories will last, as much as I've yearned to burn them along with your photos,
just don't add any more bad ones, to the former goods.

If it takes you hating me, and playing the childish games of
Girls
then so be it.

But I Am moving on,
over it,
and Essentially Happy..

Hoping to be eternaly Happy.