The Temptress may live,
a quickened life,
But The lives of the people,
who suffer the pain of love now lost,
last far to long,
as they walk these streets,
with broken harts,
now carrying said broken harts,
in bare hand,
now removed,
previously torn from ones chest,
an action caused by pain to immense,
that to keep this hart in tacked, would be,
to suffer a thousand burning needles,
driven threw each pore of ones skin,
Until loves fiery combustion,
takes truest form,
a burning hell to now consume,
the fire burns slowly to the core,
but if tamed with time my form,
a stronger hart to beat once more.
- Calen Williams
and a painting from art.
Books:
Sleep walker.v.falling asleep at 8 in the morning
i feel like im hallucinating
illuminating lights pore out of the wall that holds me herev.but when it wakes up, its going to kill all
it will shroud out the light
illuminating lights pore out of the wall that holds me herec.siting on the floor, starring at the cracks,
that the light pores , starting to crawl out of the cracks drop by drop
surrounding me in its dance, quickly flashing in my eyesv2.now i hear the foot steps, come and save me
as the room twists and turns up side down
the light fades as the darkness creeps in againv2.surrounding me and turning black then explodes
i fall over now, as the room is filled
with dust again, i see that i am now awakei was asleep, this could happen be me..how could this happen to me.
