dyingofdepression

I stare out the window into the grey, sullen sky the rain drops stream a shadow, A portrait of my life the moon is like a victim trying to escape the sea of clouds surrenduring to them, the moon will soon enshroud a structure of silence prevails through me just like the linguid moon encircled with iniquity a myraid of darkness enervates me as if the heavens ravished the lunar's energy the ambush of hate restrains all light death pervades as my willingness subsides I stare out the window into the grey, sullen sky, the everlasting shadow, (the Macabre Eclipse)- that harrows my life

Cool and insignificant she lapsed her time with chipping her red nail polish off. Time was a waste for her, nothing seemed to hinder the way she did things. Her world was her own, not even the crickets outside her bedroom at night. They were just a disturbance. A Nuisance. They didn't fit, come to mind no one fitted. At school she sat by herself, watching how the clouds gracefully moved. Covering. Disappearing. Then as though playing a game (similar to the one in her head), they reappeared with the slight glow of then sun. They almost were always there, her only companion. She yearned to belong in the clouds' world. They had no purpose, just

Dear Amy, and to all who may be involved. I received your letter today, heard that you called. I must tell you, that I had to look twice. Couldn't believe, a letter from my wife. I'm glad that you're happy, I miss you. Remember our daughter? Hailey is almost two. She's growing everyday, looks just like you. As far as you, coming back home. I can't now, I'm ruined. Alone. So many nights, I waited for your return. Cried so many tears I'm dry. My face permanently burned. What are you doing? What are you trying to prove? That I will take you back, No matter what you do? Damnit Amy, I'm damaged. My best friend gone, lo

Paper bags over run the evenings Topped up with cyanide Sharp kiss, gentle slash Backseat suicide Red lips mark napkins Ink scrawled love notes Its backseat suicide Black umbrellas & diamond rings Street signs & perfect circles Backseat suicide Loosing your marbles in a game against the schoolyard bully Photos of ex - girlfriends Backseat suicide Secret handshakes & light switches Tree houses & little girls laughing Stitched open mouths & gapping red dresses Backseat suicide Two cent coins & star stickers Shoe boxes & magazines Superheros & open luggage Bobby pins & black eyelashes Its backseat suicide