More titches
Sorry its been so long since posting, so to make up for it I found some of these titches lurking in my book...
Cell
heat washing over me
so I can't breathe
claws scratching at my throat
making it bleed
brow moist with perspiration
blackness spreading
crawling underneath my skin
but I can not scratch
trapped in my lonely prison cell
of my own violation
waiting for you to release me
from my captive state
twist and turn in my sleep
moistened brow from nightmare screams
faces haunt my waking moments
the twisted shapes
against a shadow of reality
Breakout
hot.....cold
fever rising
madness creeping
all sense escaping me
dark thoughts
linger
anger remains
can't think
head's screwed up
what do I want
I don't know
life mapped out
guided by someone else
don't want it that way
breakout
Mine
all alone in space and time
waiting for you to be mine
liquid tastes strange now
the bitter taste plays upon my lips
thinking of you
my mind in a spin
images playing in my head
reflecting what's already been
Suburbia
the hollowness of life
displayed so starkly
the suburbanites with matching lives
stupidly believing all the lies
darkness descends
imagery fascinating me
blackness covers the moon
then end will come soon
your soft skin reflected in the pale moonlight
a moment taken within stillness of night
