Midnight hour to fly... fly away from the sorrow... And may you be blessed be by the spirit of the night.

Now, here are some of my poems and at this point to make it completely clear that I do not self harm. Glad to clear that up. thanksx

Wondering, lost, through the cold dark streets,
Hands buried in my pockets, buried so deep...
Rain pouring down from above and meets,
My pale cheeks, hiding the tears that burn.

Thunder roaring, echoing the cries,
A white paper flitting to and thro,
A lonely dancer flying in the wind,
That walks down the dark streets low
In my sorrow, and in my falling tears.

The rain that falls on my face,
A small white light in the smothering night,
The stinging pain that burns and numbs,
The pain that dissolves the bright
Aura that once stood in the darkness, together.

The murky clouds that hover over the city,
Deserted, my empty city of pain,
That reflect the eyes which lurk
In the shadows of my memory lane,
That destroy the sunshine that was once mine.


Red Ribbon

A red ribbon, I let go, let it float, and float, away and away...
Letting go of something I held, in my palm, for so long.
The red disappearing, away, away... Away from me.
As the red ribbon runs down my hand, and arm, and drip, drip, drip...
The cold, hard crystals falling down my cheeks, away, away...
Letting go of my sorrow, and woe,
Watching as it floats, and floats away, and away...
Relief of tears, of crystals falling, away from me, away from you.
Away from you...
Away, and away. Good bye red ribbon. Good bye...


Hell

The shouting echoes from the other side of the door,
My hell. Not of flames, nor of darkness,
Hell, my hell is where I am,
But of the other side of that door,
No family, no love, no friendship, no peace...

Make the pain float away,
The ice cold blade licking my skin,
The screaming crimson drops, falling, falling,
One mark, then two, then three,
One for each day. One for each pain in my heart.
Forever unhealed. Forever in pain.
For never does a day pass without a mark,
Of screaming crimson drops, falling, falling...
Licking the skin, I clasp the ice cold metal blade,
And red tears fall down my arm, falling, falling,
Down, soaking the floor, dripping, dripping, into their hands,

Blood, red in my hair, my face, my eyes,
A pool of sorrow and unspoken words,
My heart is failing, like everything else I do,
Failing. Failing. Falling. Falling.
I hover over my lifeless body, and feel no pain.
How ironic?
She screams, as she sees the blood, and my scarred arms, dead.
The blood dripping, dripping, in her hands,
And something falls from my eyes,
A single tear.
My whole entire life.
And now I drift, and fly,
As I never have before.
A single tear from my death.
The blood drip, drip, dripping...