I'm sorry, I love you"I'm sorry."The LCD shines bright,but those words are all I see within the mess on the screen.Shining with more darkness than light, they illuminate the night."I don't love you."Those two words I saw have morphed into fourAnd those four again divide; "You're worthless."They burn with fire, but I shiver to the core."Love is watching someone die."They say. But you're not listeningAnd I'm dying, but you're not watching.And the river run's freely, fresh red glistening."I love you."I've said, but you don't want to hear.You know it kills me when you're silent,But killing me is what you do best, dear.
Baby, Run.Don't say it if it isn't so.So, if you love me let,Let me know.Don't look back Baby, run.Run away from here.Here isn't where you want to be.
It's In The MomentIt's in the moment when all is silent.When you're wandering through hallow halls of thoughtAnd the only sounds in the emptiness are your own.Inhale and exhale in indifferent repetitionWhen the blank sheet rock wall is suddenly so interestingThat you can't sway your ghoulish gaze.That's when you notice it for the very first time,That humming, stirring whir of the world turningYou hold your breath and listen close to the haunting song.It's in the moment when you realize that it will always be there.A soundless cascade of crystal crashes over your head,A caustic epiphany better left untold and unsaid.The haunting song preaches at the pulpit with painful gasps.It's whispers yell through the silence, screeching that you are a wonderful waste.That everything you do and everything you are leaves a sour taste.It's in the moment when you lose your innocent ignorance.You know that there's nothing you can do to stop it,So you do what you've always done, you carry on. Though, you'