neverifever's profile

As each day wakes, the fragile wounds are being pressed into the heart. The melody and the rhythm of each of my heartbeats are becoming out of tune. Loneliness steadies at my eyes with tears waiting to be held and kept warm. I beg you to bear witness to my pending loss. The photo is taken and revealed. I am a moment short of secure victory but this time I'm beaten differently. I promise you I won’t let pride get the best of me or let it eat away like it does. To run away, to leave this place,...

I renounced my vows and my morals and I walk with a blank expression. A revolution begins, in my heart and in my mind. It was waiting till this time. I felt the shades of black and white. The scars I hold, on my flesh and soul. My knuckles are white; it’s the cold air I breathe that makes them that way. One eye shut I walk towards the sun. The brightness bleeds through the haze. No intentions in mind but only hopes that I will end up somewhere secure. I am unclothed and unmasked, I am undone....

I have searched the reaches of my life and I found myself wandering again. I’m caged by these white walls and the bars placed at the entrance and exit. They look in on me, judging me. I hold my head screaming. They don't hear. My fingernails detach as they gnash the ground. Sleeping in the hole I’ve dug. I can hear them in the other room, talking, whispering and scheming things. The walls are talking to each other, echoing my deepest thoughts throughout. I'm my own hostage, my own inmate. I’m...

My cold feet touching the floor it seems every day starts as it did before. My eyes are red and I give off a dry and rough cough and complaint. I turn the knob, the water’s hot and I do away with my clothes and get in. Though my flesh is burning, my body is shaking as if I was lying on frost. I close my eyes and I begin to breathe deeper as if there were no more air. My mind swells and my head throbs and my heart doesn’t ease its pulse. I rest now damaged and paralyzed. This is the coldest da...

This world is artificial, made up of plastic life and lights. We are the disease infecting. You can tempt dogs with scraps and people with fame but I'm neither nor what you see. I sleep with untied eyes and a smile on my face. My back is against the wall, I dream. Sometimes if I dream things so terrible or so beautiful I’ll get cold sweat and hidden thrills. And I know they were never dreams of my imagination but of the reality in this world. My wrists are sore from pulling at you eyes to see...