Revelation

I yearn for songs that have not been written,
As I count minutes that have already passed.
While these hands attempt to compose thoughts,
I see truth exposed in a light too clear,
My pen fades out…
Tomorrow may never come.

a.l.c

Flicker

Confusion in faint light
Burns bright
And I’m realizing
I’m so lost…
Trying to find
Me.

a.l.c

Spit it out

I’m the loneliest of lonely,
Thinking thoughts this dirty.
Ears scream, slick
Sounds of blades on skin,
A splitting headache,
Just more heartache.
Choking up the inside out,
Decaying demons slay with doubt.

a.l.c