what would you have said?
ART IS A WAY OF SURVIVAL
AND THAT IS WHY WHEN
PEOPLE SAY “STOP
ROMANTICISING THINGS
THAT HURT” I FEEL LIKE
THEY ARE TELLING ME:
“S T O P S U R V I V I N G”
your favourite candy’s
cotton
what
happened
to us?
I’m tired of this place
if you
fall,
ill
catch
you
death is careless at times
an angel died today
only a ghost shall remain
a prisoner
to the darkness
If I were him I certainly would be thinking of you
Dropping leaves turning colors
So cold
Dreams of what might have been
So much nothingness
Daemons grotesque ravaging raging
Moving on
The past of the future looking forward with hope
So slowing at first
The future of the past looking back in tears
Minutes turn to hours
Breathless I wait
Weeks turn to years
My strength gone
Normal again
Monsters trolls under the bridge keep watch
Perhaps
Forgiveness for me to give not you to ask
You passed by the other day
I wish I did not know
I fell to the ground and could not stand
You never said good bye
I thought I was free
It was so long ago
