Thoughts Into The Void - Blog Posts

I'm tired of living this through time and time again Seeing you feels Like being dead promise I will stop or promise I won't whatever the choice you don't have to know -s's.

Winding Staircase

eyes are getting to you,

you tell yourself that

it gets too lonely and you

don't know who to ask

all by yourself,

only looking down at this

winding staircase

walking up the grandeur of each day

-s’s.

I set my eyes forward, still

and pray

I sit alone, watch the streetlights decay

now my room is frozen black

Distant whistles of the train

I’m amused by hypothetical pain

I sit here and think of what I would say

I set my eyes on the wall

and pray

-s’s.

you can rip silence apart to sparks like interstellar dust

And embrace the way truth escapes its fiery arms Peculiar noise, infinite void -s’s.

you always come with the bad news

I always wonder if you had to

The bad news is

I never will

bereave these nights

so slow and lowly

wandering mind

learns about the things you hide

-s’s.

inhale the secret

exhale the feeling

Recalling

something quite euphoric,

and I am living for it

-s’s.

You’re not the origin

you’re addicted to leaving

and the old souls hold close their

broken things; clear glass,

porcelain and knickknacks

-s's.

a troubadour regrets,

I listen to her music

and watch her pray

about the things

she let in too late

Too late.

-s's.

Forest Speaks

what is it and

how is it going to happen?

I don't recall, being all that I want

You swing and fall off the trees

I'm just a small world, holding you in store

I don't want more fern, when I have you

Listening to a sound I could never make

and crying loud, and staying awake

I never have to leave myself again

I never have to put you out, again

-s's.

your secret I become

-s's.

Mess of Mansion

I'll live life, and I'll leave it

I'll leave it on the floor

I'll break the door open

and make the rooms flood

I'll live and I'll leave

I'll leave it all alone

like when the day is done,

I'll shake the windowpane

I'll leave it on the road

because in this lifetime,

there is a broken home

to this mess of a mansion,

I wish I'd never come.

-s's.

living isn't all that's on my mind sweet petunia brisk and gentle skies living is a sin like blue sunrise maybe I can bloom and let you decide let you divide into whatever you want and let you outlive the darkest part

-s's.

abandon and betray the past

revel in it again,

write it on paper, watch as it crumples,

and soon, hides within the disguise of my mind

-s's.

carry me to the test

you have a dragon fire breath

you, with the light

and it shone through just in time

-s's.

it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight

-s's.

Wasn't meant to be your black night

I’d be the only day you live to see

each day of your life painted for you by me

-s's.

I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later

-s's.