FlyMeAway4nb8

You are the cigarette between my lips, the smoke that creeps into my lungs. Toxic. Addictive. Yearning for your ruin has turned to self-harm; I no longer resist the satisfaction that your blight brings. How does destruction create such a feeling of comfort? You wrap yourself around my lungs, permeating and tainting the air I breathe. Warm. Soothing. Suffocating. The day fades away as I drag on. Time halts. Embers burn. My soul attempts to make sense of the whispers that pass my parted lips. Inhale one poison. Exhale another.

Memories, music, quotes       (small things) keep us awake at night and infest our dreams. So here we are,       (insomniacs) hiding from our fear of the past. Watching cars drive by, searching the stars, waiting on fate to heal old scars.

Can you hear it? Whispers on the wind; Voices beckoning. Enticing us, guiding us to Inevitable doom? Salvation? Destiny calls. Upon the morrow, We face our fate.

2 a.m. Here I am waiting, wondering. It creeps closer; I can feel it in my bones. What it is, nobody knows.

Solemn eyes clouded by a bitter heart    haunting Flickering images    echoes of the lost, forgotten Ghost of the past     hellish heaven Addictive impulse    cling to phantom hopes Breathe the toxic air    lungs full of poison Hearts shatter    glass Dreams fade    unnoticed Terrors in the night    visions of unseen smiles Such history    forgotten by guilt and regret Forever afraid of the unknown    locked away, hidden A stranger of the imagination    taunting, waiting Remnants of a tainted past     poltergeist

Irreplaceable - don't flatter yourself People like you plague this town People who walk People who speak People who breathe People who lie People who break others down People who wear masks of fake identity People who are toxic to my lungs You are easy to replace. But you won't be replaced by someone similar. No - I'll find someone else. Someone who values my opinion Someone who accepts me as I am Someone who lives life to the fullest Someone who treasures the time we have together Someone who will walk beside me Someone. Not You.

What defines an emotion? Who is to say that the emotions you feel are the same as mine? What if false identifying of emotions is the true cause of misunderstanding? What if we examine the previously aphoristic idea that all people feel emotions similarly? What if your definition of anger complies with my description of frustration or my benevolence suits your conception of infatuation? How do we know that your love and mine are one and the same? What if, in reality, they are two different notions that we wrongly believed to be alike? Would the emotions we experience still be the emotions we fel

Light of Hope I live in darkness and mystery now, but soon the day will come when the shroud is removed, and the light will shine once again