9meangirl

Flitting moments, Passing time; Chasing corners, Losing my mind. Where to go? Where have I been? When can I reach the street’s end? Running, Laughing; Thoughts entrapped. Subconsciously wishing For no end; Chasing corners. Is there an end? Who am I to know? I am one who’s only just begun. The ever growing moments I have begun to ponder, Letting thoughts flow over Because there is no limit to their space. They are chasing corners, Like me. Where is the end? Does it exist? When do I cease this attempt? What can I say to bring me closer? Tip it over, Thoughts askew; Not quite sure what to do. So I’ll chase my corners, Find the

You played me like a marionette, like an instrument of your evil. You played me until my strings began to fray and left my limbs suspended on shaky threads. You left my artificial joints failing and still. You left me helpless. I still have the scars you gave me; still unhealed slashes ingrained on my chest. You were amazingly painful in your method of dropping me from the six-story building you tricked me into building, but you were amazing nonetheless. We leapt through stories and climbed mountains on steel supports, holding each others hands despite the heat and sweat that left me struggling to keep my grip. I held on to you through the s

Crumbling; ashes to ashes. Pick up what of me you can find break down what's left and what's dead and rebuild me. Bind together what's broken with your platitudes stitch my cuts with brittle trust and cover the scars with your image. Make me what you want me to be: whole. String me up on your threads And pull me in the right direction. Control me. Fix me.. Save me.. Please

Parasite; taking a part of me with every bite Parasite; eating away at me, day and night. Piece by piece, torn apart, as the parasite approaches my weakened heart Taking away my breath As I grow faint with each step With this bug, eating away at me, I give up my hopes of being free As I cross the gap, between life and death, my lungs collapse And I give in to a greater power, as the parasite begins to cower. All of hell's angels begin to harmonize, and all of my joy subsides, and a fuzzy feeling fills my chest, and I know I'll long be out of rest. Clutching loosly to the hell in front of me, I close my eyes and am able t