Serenade13

There's vomit in my lungs In no metaphorical context Simply put, there's vomit in my lungs My limbs are numb Eye droplets on my toungue As I search the heavens for sympathy and love

I came across your perfume in the store and I dared to smell it once more It was like when i was seven and I was scooping you vanilla ice cream and we watched Jarrasick Park together It still makes my tears wake, when I think of a smile on your face and watch my beautiful mother age She has the whoe Queen size to herself and I am feets away alone in my own and I can sense her loneliness surrounded in her own home I am your princess a shy smile and a gifted wit what happened to my admiration I now see the dents across your face I see the fatigue in your eyes The tense shoulders and mouth of lies You just want me to be happy

I have reached the clouds they are significant above them I stand where the sun cannot escape me where the ache of distance is infinite it reminds me of heaven a place I have only dreamt I carry my feet now across the sky to follow the glow its warmth, its light but I shall soon fall through a broken cloud where the rain will mimick the faces we expose and your distance will be obsolete

Your cup was half empty and now it's overflown a taste of fucking emptiness and poured with solid bitterness Gasping air that suffocates I've drifted to the heavens You screech for my presence but the fire has begun to burn (It's starting to fucking burn) My wings ache at their spread I never left your side You never left your pride You never had any pride All you had was lies But hate I cannot hold inside because pain is hatred's friend I whisper goodbye

two lovebirds so bitter captivated by their eternal bliss and trapped inside their dying wish castrated by their gaze a love affair to waste away the mirrors image set on replay his eyes waste away two craters amongst his face a hollow presence for her to embrace with an infelicitous smile hands penetrate her soaking waist against her chest his heart finds pace in an epiphany of gloom out comes dark whispers of the moon sleeping beauty shan't be waking soon

I will look up into the heavens that is the skies, and the world will be spinning but unlike last time. The rain will cast breaking the silence and my face will bleed as I scream (as I plead), 'how is this providence?'

she always asked you to teach her the difference between what is real and dream. You would tell her to close her eyes and count to three, but she always held them tight a second too long. And you would tell her to pinch herself repeatedly, she would do so for several hours, till her skin would wear and tear. She never understood the message. She loved the arguments that errupted, when she would try to persuade you that she could really fly, and that she has done it many, many times. 'Only in your dreams.' you would reply. She would find this humerous and retaliate, 'there are no such things as dreams, we only call them dreams because we be

What an incoherent love I dare to imagine With wasted hours and judgmental skin And the sunset is an alluring blood orange On this night of sensitive lips

The night stood still, in a procrastinating mood. And the clocks did tick, but with absense of sound. The eyes of the young, managed to shut, to cover the dreams of of their fictional hopes, and slimming sense of escape. The stars won't dare to shine, as long as I'm alive, because I can't seem to let my guard down, as long as my machine, the one that keeps me sane, is functioning night and day with the strength of my will as it slowly drains.