Juneapril55

2:00 am trouble sparks and spinning sets in grasping at the edges of my lunacy paperclip lips traced by bloody fingers lying beneath circus tent covers swallowing fire and scorching my tongue crowds of pretenders under my eyelid's dancing around with swords in their hands hiding behind phony smiles copies of uniqueness settle the stage awaiting the show's arrival hands tremble beetween agrivation uncovering each one's thoughts large dark beast come upon us piercing ears with their sounds 3:00am breathing in the stardust chalk burning holes in my lungs so if we shine the light through we are swimming inside an endless s

I am winding my way through a dark and endless corridor, I made a mistake entering, now will I ever get back out? The place looks like a maze, a labyrinth, its dark walls surrounding me on every side, I decide to take a left turn, all I find is a dead end. I take a right turn, another corridor leading me nowhere. Straight is the only way left to go, so I take it. As I am winding through he endless labyrinth, my head is filled with thoughts and emotions. I look ahead, and I see a ray of light, it’s the first I’ve seen in what feels like weeks. As I get closer, the light gets brighter, I take the time to adjust my eyes to the light. B

I am sitting here, in a field of black roses, looking up at the dark stars above, I am dying, bleeding, my internal death, I pick up a rose, and let its sharp thorns dig deep into my skin, strangely, I feel nothing, nothing, nothing! No I did not die, my mind is filled with many thoughts, memories, questions, but the thing tat stands out most, is the memory of you, I pick up another rose, I again let it dig into me, deeper and deeper, even thought the rose thorn's length is smaller than a grain of rice, I feel as thought it has went thought me. I decide to look up at the stars, maybe they will ease the pain, they do, I fall asleep under the s