I could've had it allIf not for the constant drumming of self doubtThat is so frequentIt is acknowledged as normal silenceAnd perhaps torturing myself with what ifs and if I wasn't me I could'vesIsn't the solution to every bruise that breathing causesGive me another way to dealOther than dormant feelingsAnd overwhelming thoughtsMy thoughts, they screamedWith … Continue reading


Misery. It's so temptingTo lose yourself beyond the breaking pointOf glassShattering into dozens of fragments with a wail of disappointmentAnd acceptance To remain in this limboMight not be the anecdote but it was the synthesizer to the mandatory pain of change regardless of its degree and directionEverything seems like a hazy dreamOf misfit angular objects … Continue reading Drug

Broken Compass

I go over the memory again and againUntil it's rubbed rawUntil it wells blood that dribbles down the edges of my defective mindIt's all unravelingIn place of the light that was the essence of meLies masterful spidersWebbing starless skies of bleak yellowThe room is sickeningAnd in it, the remaining real part of meDissolves to fearWhat's … Continue reading Broken Compass


Regulating my breaths with the turbulent waves,I let the sea take the salt out of my now dry eyesUnsure of when it happened,But a sticky musty smell of burning and decaySettled into my bonesThis wasn't a good week.-I find myself saying yet again-The tension is correlating with the constant contraction of my heavy lifelineAlong with … Continue reading Quiet