"He who makes a beast of
himself gets rid of the pain of
being a man."
-Dr. Johnson
I feel hopeless and sad. Things are getting harder every day. I feel like I am tumbling down a mountain and there is nobody to stop my fall. I just wish for one solitary moment things could just work out... Every one is always telling me "Don't worry things will be O.K." I ask now...When? I am just so damn sick of being a loser.
Does she weep?
Do tears stain her sullen face?
Can she feel this heartache that she so willingly hands out?
Does she cry?
Lamenting this life that she never wanted.
This life that has never gone her way.
Does she sob?
When her heart is breaking and when her dreams are fading?
When she pulls down the dreams of others into the murky depths
Of her ship sunk heart?
Does she dab at her eyes with a bit of cloth?
Does she know I cry for her?
I sob for her.
I weep for her.
For us.
She will never know.
Having failed her, she cannot see past her sorrow.
Sunsets and murder and laughter and love
2 souls.
One travesty.
A heartbreak and a nervous laugh.
A murder, and devastating love letters.
A madness hell bent on the genocide of two souls in love.
The murder created no death.
The murderer was unaware of the foul deed.
The murdered woke up one day, no living soul.
Just shoulders slumped and a heavy dead heart.
One innocent crying out into the night.
Calling for affection. Answered by the weepy echo of a voice long forgotten.
A voice tinged with need.
The sun has set on these hearts.
The dead heart...
and the killer heart.
Covering these damned in blanketed darkness.
And the laughter ceased.
A portait painted by callow hands
A sad faced girl.
Staring out a window on a rainy day.
Arms covered with scars and bruises.
Wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt.
Looking past the rain and the half dead grass.
Past the cracked sidewalk and past the dark looming clouds.
Past heaven and hell.
Looking for me.
Looking for you.
The thunder so loud it vibrates the window pane.
The vicious storm and the broken little heart.
The look of eyes that see ghosts.
A look that makes the ghosts turn away.
And if you look into her eyes...
you can see the heavens tremble.
you can see God cover his face with his hands in shame.
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Goodnight whoever you all may be.
I continue to look for buried treasure...
Yours truly,
Captain PirateFace
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