UnknownSensory

                                         I No one knew a way that this perfect girl could be torn, And no one expected it would come now, But here she lays, crying and unable to breathe on the floor, Because the sorrow and devastation have overcome her. No one expected that the perfect girl with a 4.0, Running Varsity on the team, With the determined demeanor and passion in her eyes, Would falter and see her eyes burning with tears of pain. So she turns to scalding showers to burn away the shame, Clawing at her skin to somehow remove imperfection, Not eating until she feels faint to make herself feel right, She looks into the mirr

I hope you love me. I don't know if you do. Can you please give me a sign? Am I just a toy to you? What I am to you? A quick fling and then let go? A piece of gum you chew, Until the flavor's gone, Then spit me out into the trash? What am I to you? Are you playing my emotions? Telling me that you care and love, But not expressing, and ready to let go? What am I to you? I don't know, And I can't tell, But I know what you are to me, Dearest love, So please, don't break my heart. I think I understand now, Why they say to be careful with love, Because it's a hurtful game, Even when you don't know if both sides are playing.

I'm losing it, Nothing's under control, And I can't do this anymore. I'm debating what I never thought I'd do. I'm in a place I never thought I'd be. I used to pleasure in being alone, And now, a loneliness overwhelms me, And I can't take these feelings anymore. I've never done an evil a day in my life, I was perfect until now, But the truth is, Nothing's fine, Imperfect, And I don't know if I can carry on.

My secrets are slowly seeping out, Down my tongue and from my lips, Rumbling as thunder, but whispered like rain. My sorrows are slowly slipping now, Exposed through a deeper gash and it drips, Screaming like crows, but twittered like bluebirds. My hopes are slowly rising up, Touch to the sky and pass the clouds, Rocketing like planes, but floating like balloons. All in all, dreams won't fade, And a hand comes to uphold a promise made.

Oh Beauty, Ah Wonder, Show me your faces, Don't look away when I ask for your hands, Lead me to the fountain, waterhole to drink. Won't you open the door to destiny, Or will Fate not be so kind? While the seconds move without fluidity, And we drown in the thick, stagnant waters, Will my Fate not be so kind? Will my Fate not be so kind, As to move the hands forward again? They creep, Oh Destiny, How they creep. Oh Circumstance, Why do they creep? Tell me, Why do they creep? Why do they crawl? The sands caught in a grasp not mine, Never slipping through my fingers, But stuck in the sky and I look up, Wishing one grain to drop for me. Not a hope

The shroud won't cover me, And I can't hide from my looming demise, Ah, Western Wind, You hide, But leave me standing alone on the dying hill, With the noose around my neck, Afraid to move. I might slip on the mud, The rain beats upon my shoulders, The weight, unbearable, But I hold my head high, As far from the ground, I try, The clouds. The sinking slowing dragging me down, And I shake with fear, with fear, A knot too tight to free, And down I go, Down, go down. Your face laughs silently, In pure mockery, And I scream audibly, No tranquility. Vision, to black, You disappear, Into shadows, And the shroud now covers

Scratching, Scrawling, Catching, Crawling, Down a wall of white. Hearing, Healing, Fearing, Feeling, Stuck in constant flight. Profane, your name, Insane, your game, To fear's to lose the fight. Bleeding, Bawling, Fleeting Falling, Down a wall of white.

Find the walls in ruins, Strong, once – now fallen, A clash within – now torment, Sorrow, cleansing one. Held beneath, Can you even see the surface? A beating – faint and distant, But coming from a dream – a dream, That resides within me. A beat that was once like bird wings, Now with effort it resounds, Never effortless without – a void. Empty – the ruins are silent, And the sound of the silent bird, Only the distant, hollow drum, Upon each accent, Deeper it etches, On the surface, but within. Cleaning the remains away, But impossible, With only one pair of hands, The struggle can't be won. Left to rot and in a pile of

I love it when you say my name, Whispered tones as you sigh, And I hold my breath to hear you just a bit more clearly, And to hear that beautiful voice and remember, Soft. I wish to read your eyes, Those entrancing, passion-filled eyes, To read your body as it moves, The language of words not existing to speak. Soon, I'll be there soon my love, So hang on a little tighter and wait, Wait for me, my sun and moon, As you've promised, and you do. When a dial tone abruptly comes to a halt, And a curious, delicate greeting breaks silence, My words catch in my swelling chest, And I struggle to respond, Left breathless, When your de

Away, Into a Dream I'd fly, No Reality to hold me down, Just Fiction everywhere my wings would turn, And no Facts to disrupt my Illusion. But now it ties me to the ground, And forces me to face hell, And rips out my wings and shatters my legs, In a bloody pool I lie with my freedom, So I can never fly nor run again. My eyes have been sown open, So no longer can I sleep again, No longer can I fall into a land, When Dream is the ruler, And Reality is the servant. My throat has been ripped to shreds, So I can never sing nor scream, No more songs to open my heart, Or sorrowful mourns on a grey-skied noon. For once I used Fictio