The forest of
my life is so quiet.
Birds do not sing their tune.
Not a single breeze
I walk alone.
Silence is the only sound.
I have been
reborn into these broken woods.
Aimlessly I wander,
Not even the
trees speak to me.
I have only this
loathing of myself.
hatred is silent.
that emerges from its chrysalis
has no idea it was ever a
There is new
A new self.
I too, wish I
could make a womb and be transformed
without any recollection of a former life.
Years is the saddest day,
bringing resolutions that will never
come to pass.
Winters cold, ah,
too much to
respite occasioned by
glasses of champagne
and the midnight
all my best of things, I am gonna buy a beautiful way to show off my eyes and
to make sure everything ends tonight. I used to be a little cruel and nothing
has changed, but now I have no one to accept how I act. One day I am going to
feel the earth, then itll be just magical. I have so many phantasies in
my head like what if we all were truly in love. I just dont know what to
do with myself. The pain that I feel is soothing. These four walls protect my
existence. The door is open to astral awareness so I shut off my senses. To
have pleasant constructive musings is for others. What about when you have done
the impossible, and yet you still have no wings? Tell them you are sorry for
all the pain you have caused. Give them some of that sincerity.