weary were the eyes that gazed upon the tragedy that I becamestaring too long in this mirror of minea clouded image glaring back at mehollow eyes and desperate soulescape from this and make me…

My sunsets are on fire because night is burned to ashes and my head is boiling and I will fade to embers by the time the daylight comes around again, so the fires keep…

What if I only break apart a little bit at a time, would you even notice that I’m falling apart right before your eyes?  What if I’m already broken and this is my facade? …

reality screaming silently surfaces incognito hidden by the chaos of the maddening truth steadily emerging from the shadows that cover our whole world in darkness… but we’ll never notice