Here lie the wretched
an endless purgatory
the mirrors they lie
all around me

One says I’m a monster
the other says saint
the third just laughs
and fourth shows restraint

at length he comes
my monster of madness
from behind the shadows

this time they are prepared
like glistening swords
throat slit wrists bleeding
he wriths he squirms
and screams in pain

a silver rain in darkness
the door wide open
my saint self walks
the monster remains

in the room of mirrors
I lay cured.


Seems like the world didn’t miss me much
but I missed the world
I may have lost my quaint loathsome touch
but I am not yet at a loss of words…

I am lost in a good sense aren’t we all
so much senseless in this world
┬áthat there ain’t no sense at all ­čśÇ

yeah there is this goofy feeling in me lately, you know the ones that make you smile for no reason and cry when you are alone? I apologize if this blog isn’t making sense to anyone anymore but writing for the sake of writing is my current favorite pastime. I am going to be on a┬áhiatus┬áfor a while (as if the current break wasn’t enough) and will fill this blog again once I have a laptop of my own and am able to think of better things do in life than to just smile for no reason, watch absolutely ridiculous movies and read the worst books on the face of the earth in which the authors, actors and directors seem to have been at a loss of time and have consequently filled up empty voids with words of profanity!

To all those precious followers (i hav an extreme few) please don’t lose faith in this writer she is just having a writer’s block and refuses to kill herself over it. This too shall pass…I hope!