Destruction.

People run. The world is ending. They fear it. They suffer.

Destruction.

People fall. Everything is collapsing. Until everything is gone. Yet it never ends.

Destruction.

People cry. Concepts. Constructs. Time. Nothing matters anymore.

Destruction.

People scream. Despair. Darkness. All that’s left are feelings. None good.

Destruction.

People die. Existence is failing. Rotting. Decaying.

Destruction.

People. All that’s left is you. Wishing you were gone.

Destruction.

You run. You fall. You cry and scream. You won’t die.

Destruction.

Pain....

Imagination knows no limits or bounds,
your imaginary friends,
your worlds of fantasy,
your average everyday objects become creatures and weapons,
things from places unknown, things unheard of,
anything.
everything.
nothing.
the mind.
what was, what is, what isn’t, what will be,
a thought or idea,
wound together and blossoming in the mind, seeds grow,
like petals scattered in the wind, they spread,
each with the potential to begin anew,
a new mind.
a new world.
the essence of life. ...

Stuck in a permanent smile.

He smiles through sickness.
She smiles through failure.
We smile through sorrow.
They smile through anger.
I smile through pain.
You smile through tears.

Smile while they watch you.
Smile so much you can’t stop smiling
so no one can tell when you’re fine.

You are always fine.

When anyone asks how you feel,

you only smile.

Smile till you die.

All you have to do is smile.

Just smile.




:)

The Blood from your veins floods forth,
torrents leaking verses and stanzas
dripping onto empty pages
exposing secrets and things unsaid,
unspoken, unknown.
The pages scatter in the wind
for all the world to see
each one a petal
a fragment of who you are.
The eyes search,
scour,
scavenge,
engulfing the petals
producing their own warped version.
The tiniest bits of yourself are consumed
by eager faces
loud mouths.
Nasty comments,
broken words,
torn pages,
all whipped around in...