The Garden of Hell

Start from the end
And traipse to the middle
Where the story begins
And concludes.

Smell the roses along the way
And dip your hand into the pond
Let the water drip and fall
As your mind drifts.

Take a break and break your heart
While the rose-scented cloth
Covers the blood-stained hands
Of your guilty triumphs.

Take a trip to the beginning
And gaze upon the scattered souls
Left behind from destroyed lives
Where they sit in this Garden of Hell.

Drifting Funeral

Cold lifeless eyes,
Stare at me in surprise
As I lift the veils,
Off my face,
And reveal the bruises,
Beat in deep.

And as their wandering eyes,
Pass me by,
They ignore my screams,
And leave me to hide.

With a cigarette clasped,
Between my fingers,
The smoke wanders,
And I see the drifers,
Viewing the blood,
Dripping from my wrists.

I'm already a ghost,
They see right through me.

As the sun sets,
And the dirt is shovelled in,
I say goodbye,
With a final sigh,
In my satin lined coffin,
And a rose gripped,
Between my palms,
I see the sky,
For the final time.

Bathroomed

Dead eyes
Reflected back to me
In my mirror.

As I stand in my bathroom
Watching
As my hair drips
From the rain
And my face
Flushes from the pain.

Inside.

This Sad Lie/Truth

Walking around in my skin,
There's nothing left within,
Hollow and empty I am.

Freedom came and went,
My emotions were all spent,
As I walked around,
With burns and scars.

And truthfully,
I never felt free,
And I was told it was,
All a lie.

My Love Poem

In a world,
full of insecurities,
You make me,
feel secure.

With your arms,
wrapped around me,
And you breathing
kisses on my neck,
And your hands caressing,
my body,
I feel beautiful.

With a gentle kiss,
upon my lips,
You show me the,
meaning of love.