empty promises.

projectile into my own heart,

i found a mirror to my soul,

bringing bliss and confusion,

still freshly broken.

my intentions are clear,

originally comparable,

soon individually detached.

you need to remember,

that the past is meant to be left,

there is a warm future for you,

if you can love one as yourself.

still, continue to ignore that spark

that brings us together and close,

and convince yourself to be blinded

by old memories and selves.

places have been made transparent,

and hopes diminished consequently.

yet you composed so many promises,

you dont intend to keep.

the storms that followed me home

constant fear, constant flow, constant anger.
thoughts raged in her mind,
sobriety her final enemy, it seemed.

they attacked with pitchforks and automated weapons,
her skin hadnt become exactly bulletproof yet,
but her crocodile skin proved her past suffering,
scars displayed her recent battles, frequent and persistent,
both within herself and through the forests of illusions.

just inside her substantial exoskeleton,
lay feeble machinery,
tattered from years of quiet despair,
perhaps self inflicted, but draining regardless.

imaginably, spirits will rise and good days will follow,
but the storm hasnt passed, nor the dawn spread,
and her frail consciousness finds it hard to remember the sunshine,
depleted of positive energies, emitting strange vibrations.

the thunder no longer frightened her.

this past year based on presently obtrusive thoughts.

break my bones until i scream with laughter,
bring me bites of delicious suffering,
shred your thoughts of inconceivable sanity.

seconds slurred with minutes and hours,
her irrational mind sought no solace today,
in remedies and elevations,
simply dragged through decided motions.
previously determined path of righteousness.

expanded with colors and inspirations,
seeking self importance and conceptions,
she couldnt overlook the involuntary butterflies that seldom passed.

dancing pastel shades with electrifying vibrations,
filled the air with undulating saturations.

a suspended breath,
trembling palpitations,
stimulated implications,
brought stirring physical affinity

(almost indecent)
nearly carnal,
potential beauty.

the monsters are back.

[part 1?]

they crawled out of the crevices of her withering mind,
whispering sweet destruction to a yielding consciousness.

this is not her initial dance with scratching claws,
and bruising hands, skeletal forms with empty eyes.
they deplete her soul with every startling graceful step.
giggling at promises of power and elegance,
a twisted assurance that gently takes each heart beat.

eerie vibes radiate within the hollow walls,
empty rooms echo the consuming tune.