broken

There is a man at my door...
Who has no sole
There is a cat at my window...
Who grins forever more
There is a heart on my sleave...
That beats no more

Sleep

Bring me to life
Wake me up from my cold slumber
The pale skin of my hands
A bed of roses.
Red lips
Tonight is the final night you will see me again

he said

He told her he would never hurt her.
He told her she was the only one for him.
He told her not to cheat because it huts too much.
When he called her...
He took back everything he said

Door Ways

She sits in the cold, there's a neon green sign flicking above her head, waiting for her cell phone to ring. "He's late again", she sighs.
All of a sudden her cellphone rings, but it's an unknown number. When she picks it up there's uneven breathing, then the line goes dead.
There's a man at the door. With an axe in his hand.

iF THE WORLD

If the world could stop hating then we wound have no balance. You can’t receive until you give. You can’t see the light until you’ve seen the dark. If you take away one thing then the other thing cannot happen. If one thing dies the ego system falls.

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