my heart hangs
suspened above despair,
awaiting the next hit,
the next aweful punch
the next aching blow.
Oh how my ears await the sweet syllables they long to hear
two simple words
that have to cheat death itself
to escape his selective lips.
To become free
for us to hear
from this barred mind.
To escape to freedom
the true pure thoughts must be foxes
sly and sneaky
ready to run
ready to fight
ready to do what is right.

What holds my heart high
snaps from the weight of my despair.
I fall upon the spikes of misery,
and die within the agony...

The love that crashed into my world
has shattered my hopes once more, that
one day the complications
would die
along with the lonelyness.

-does it matter?

Just some thoughts that r in my head right now.