Evangialine

                                                I Bleed I finally let the words escape in a breath, to tell myself I'm a horrid mess. To let myself fall completely down, to allow myself to drown. I tell myself there is no one there, even though their everywhere. I not-so-regretfully bleed more this time, suffocating my tears to silence, the silently loud screams I cry. Because I cannot voice the word "help", I blame my quiet plea on myself. I fear that if I voice my pain, guilt, worries, and fears, that there will be nothing left of the shell I already am. I'm finally breaking down and losing all my will, to breathe again becau

                                               13 Past 12                                              All alone in the dark,                                            Searching for my name,                                 Running away, from the monster at bay.                                        The bitten apple in my hand,                                        Waiting for my seven dwarfs,                                            to put me in a glass box,                       to wait for my prince charming, who will never return.                                     'Cuz it's thirteen past twelve,                    

                                      The Bruise :[                             Red as blood,                                  Blue as water.                                  Purple as a long dead violet.                                  It speaks in silent pain,                                  But only with touch.                                  It has your skin in its ugly clutch.                                  You hide it with jeans, sleeves, and make up.                                  But everyone can see the secret your tying to cover up.                                  The lost love of a hard handed father,  

                                              Let's Go Back                               Turn towards the light, with a chain in your back,                                    You run forward, but you just fall back.                               I love the way the lights flash in your eyes,               Old top hats, Victorian skirts, broken hearts and shot gun bullets.                  Breathing, living, dying everyday. Living in the past and,                       held down by a chain. Blink, release, love, and see,                       you're in the future, but to get there, we have to go back.