Drips draining down

All the memories I have I don’t want to have
And
The memories I do want I don’t have
The window is permanently stained with my blood
The sink holds organs with regrets
The mirror shows lies
The tick of the clock just reminds me of it all
It will never change

Violin

Close your eyes
Hear the violin play
Let your sorrows out into the music
Open your eyes
Born a new person
The violin player is always here
If you may ever need it again

Basically dead

Never had a chance 

His facial expressions show 

Give him his moment

POEM From Story POEM novel

Point of Origin

 

When a loved heartbeat stops beating

It can change someone

I know

It changed me

My heartbeat still beats

It’s hard, but it keeps beating

But one heartbeat will never be beating

Look on my chest

His lovely face is forever stained onto me

It’s all I could do

My dreams, and idol is forever dead in the ground

Some days just breathing or walking is hard

I wear the cross around my neck

But even he can’t help at times

I keep pushing through

I’m eighteen

I’m a man now

If only my pop could see me now

Black Flowers; just like your heart

Those eyes were never made to be followed

Your charm means nothing to me or anyone

So just take these dead flowers and go away from me

I can’t help you

Fire in your heart
It is dying every day
I’m out of fire