i'm lost in the cold grip
of a ghost lover's arms
no one to take care
when i'm feeling a little ill.

spiraling deeper into strawberry stained tears--
my words hold no bearing
and my feet seek too many answers
for my direction to possess depth.
when i sleep
i hear the world screaming
for me to just wither
wither away unto discarded rains. . .

there's nothing left.

my thoughts echo inside this room full of silver--
silver-washed letters still sparkle
under someone else's eye,
but beneath a glossy gaze,
who can ever satisfy me?

i never counted when i stared at the sky
trusted that my loved ones couldn't lie
but staring back up again
i wonder how we ended up this way
and who ever dreamt
of being the family disgrace?

no one here

but that's what we all become
the druggies and the thieves
the whores and the cheats
who could love such vicious fiends?
truth shredded and fed to hell--
who loves at all any more?