This notion of emotion is milking me dry This potion, this lotion it just makes me sigh Plastering my body in what makes me my But my’s not for sharing and that is no lie So here in my corner with darkness I’ll fly Constraints I am cutting, for me time to… die


  Caught in a tempest A cyclone of you Winds circle round me Ruby lips, too Hands are upon me Nails digging in Scratching and scraping Breath is leaving Lungs are contracting I feel you so near The eye of the storm But for me it’s unclear You’re elemental I’m only me Tempestuous meeting Best douse in the sea

Stole Away

 Sometimes when the heavens pour, The lightening cracks and storm does roar, I love to stand out in the rain And call to you, release my pain. I feel the need to vent this rage; A judge to sanity some may gauge? Such morbid pastime they might say, But it wasn’t them who stole away?    (Image courtesy xGothicKittyx on deviantart.com)