My heart is tired.
My mind is tired.
My soul is tired.
I'm a tangled mess of sorry excuses and fake promises.
Broken over and over again to amuse an audience I'll never see.
What a sick game that is.
All I can do is watch and feel the pain.
I hope you're laughing or that you feel moved.
My act is just about to come to an end.
Sooner or later.
Soon.

2017

In a society that shames love I stood there with my heart laid bare.
Out there for everyone to see and hold.
But the onlookers were disgusted by the raw emotion, they got scared of the truth and turned their heads away.
I stood and stook waiting for the few that dared to come close.
I started bleeding from their piercing looks and their hateful words.
And there I stayed one of the last romantics refusing to fall.

Thirst

And I poured my soul into him, I bled myself dry.
But he was a bottomless well, always wanting more to fill but never giving enough the quench my thirst.

Drown.

And if you cross me bear in mind I'm crueler than the sea. 

   I will drown you with all my might and make you suffer like the rest of the countless souls that have died within me.    I will spare you moments of breath to make you suffocate all over.

   Do think twice before you act against my favor.