Repeating the twisted dance we've waltzed Many times before, A performance imbued with such sweet suffering
Category: Dark
Pulling Strings
Slender strings strung tight, You shamble forward, One forced step at a time Free will, freedom, dreams, All a hopeless ideal, The strings control Your every move
Two Halves
In the depths of my soul, There are two separate halves, Forcibly colliding and blending Into a jumbled, crumbling mess
Loneliness So Deep
Loneliness so deep it's become part of me
No Greater Sorrow
Past memories linger, Scrolling by on a slideshow, Painted black and white Those snapshots haunt me, Smiling faces mocking, Laughing at where I am now
Introverted Creativity 