grey

i my

i supply.
i standby.

they sly,
they eye,
they pry,
they wry,
they lie,
they deny.

i sigh,
i try,
i rely,
i reply,
i cry,
i lie,
i deny,
i die.

i supply.
i standby.
i dry.
i die.

nigh,
bye underlies.
in the Sky,
I will Fly
and Survive.
grey

(no subject)

my wrists and ankles are Bloody from His Shackles.
my Heart Bleeds from Another.
my ears because the lot of Them.
and my eyes for my Brother.

though my Knife is Dry,
this Smile is Fake.
i'm ready to Sleep,
Forfeit the Life i Forsake.
  • Current Mood
    masochistic
grey

"hey YOU, out there in the cold, / getting lonely, getting old"

You try so hard to cry,
to release everything you have hidden from everyone
-- yourself included.
But there is no moisture in you eyes.
They are as dry as your Heart is frozen.
You knew the only Tears that could flow would have to come from your skin.
Alas, your Heart brings to mind the face of one who cared.
Of one who Loved.
"Only one Weapon can truly release this Monster,"
you tell yourself.
"And if it hurts him that much ...
then I'll just keep it."
Reluctantly, you lower the Blade,
deciding to simply continue burying it away.


All the neosporin in the world
will never heal your Wounds.
All the Love in the world
will never counter your self-hatred.
And all the Blades in the world
will never mend your Soul.
  • Current Music
    subject from Pink Floyd's "Hey You"
dark knight

(no subject)

Not Crimson pain or final fear, no mind destroyed, nor soul shattered, not even the most innocent of blood or love sincere can stop a tiny, hot, speeding piece of lead.