~WILL THEY EVER REALIZE~
She sits all alone, in the dark of the night;
wishing that she could, crawl away and die.
She's endured too much heartache, so many tear's she's cried;
spun from their black web, of tangled truths and lies.
No one hears her shouting, no one knows she cries;
for she's learnt at a young age, to wear a false disguise.
So in the corner of her room, she sits there paralyzed;
Do they know that they were wrong, will they ever realize?

“A heart ripped apart.”

Hights of expectation have no limits when the spirit is free,

limitless was my hearts desire that used to beat inside of me.

Dreams are the catalyst of the future of life,

dreams of love, happiness and without the cut of the knife.

Peace of the heart is a treasure not linked with the past,

but all these things for me now, will not last.

The blood of life courses through this heart of mine so small,

the being that I am, this heart will now see me fall.

My heart was once filled with love and did thrive,

and it is here that my dreams were so much alive.

Now, with every beat, my heart only feels pain,

as those hopes and dreams now break under the strain.

Inside a breast that outwardly shows pride,

yet inside, such a pain it now does hide.

Blood runs down to my knees as my heart

is ripped from my breast,

only to live as the dead, suffer eternal torment

up to and beyond my death.

Eyes that are sightless and lips that have turned cold,

arms that are now empty and do not want to grow old.

Acedia
The waning Winter light, candles and their ever-long human shapes (Mirrored- hollowed.).
The season is the beast I am weaker than that sharpens it's talons.

Thoughts pull me apart so very delicately.
I am awash in memories and decay- rage collapsing inwards.
Unfurled by all the hours, the reprise of sleep.
The ebbing tears with the side-cast face in the falling snow.

This forced exposure,
this air in my lungs, this knowledge, this sight, this want, this movement, this love...

Stop them.
Leave me here... . -Lance Binkle