im all alone in the daylight. I wither like a rose, after being cut with a knife. I wander in hopeless beauty. bleeding through my footsteps. leaving my mark, while entering the meaning of a new life.
I smile while looking back, when I remember, our memories.
the smell of death has never been so appealing in the morning, with the sun rising, it helps me forget the fading touch of knowing what a new day used to feel like. shattering me wide awake, not wanting to live in this. knowing that im a dreamer, yet am I on my way to finding my home sweat home.
I think I like where you are headed with this blog. I personally think some of these poems are a little over the top and maybe a little too overdone. But all and all I like the page.
ReplyDeleteReally good... Love the imagery you capture with your words :D
ReplyDeleteWhoa
ReplyDelete