Should I write
Should I write?
I don't know anything anymore
From the dark of night
To the warm embrace of day
Should I breathe?
I don't know anything anymore
Laying in frost withered leaves
Screaming a name
She is hope
I dragged her across the concrete
Carried her through the woods
Should I die?
I am inside the icicle conclave
trapped within the beauty of natures womb
I love you
I've forgotten
I only come to visit when I'm at, my weakest will
Should I consecrate?
Or lie stagnant?
Swirling in your bewilderment
Do I hate?
Or do I wrap my arms around
The only lover, a sick tormented bitch
I love to berate
Masochistic, synchronistic, a harbinger of bitter air
Trust me.All is well.
Destroy me. Discover hell.
I made it up, it's my dream.