Monthly Archives: August 2014


Drip, drip, drip

The sound of the raindrops resound

From the heavens to the earth in fragile spears

Falling slowly on the soft, soaked ground

Along with my cold, bitter tears.

Drip, drip, drip

The water droplets make contact with the earth

Into an endless pattern of pitter-patter they control

Seeping into the endless patch of dirt

Just like the darkness seeping into my soul.

Drip, drip, drip

The cold water falls on my soaked shoulders

The wind enveloping my body as I struggle to be free

The freezing gale getting even stronger

Almost as strong as the storm raging inside of me.

Drip, drip, drip

The little raindrops run on the frosted glass

Leaving little trails behind them, little water lists

Hundreds land on the bottom and quickly pass

As I stare at the crimson liquid running down my wrist.

Drip, drip, drip

The endless flood of water disappears into the gutter

Deeper, deeper, deeper into the hole that never lets them stay

Every last drop slipping into the unknown dark matter

…As the warmth and the beating of my heart fades and my life slowly slips away.

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Phantom Heart

I didn’t know what was wrong with me

Always feeling lost, broken, washed up by the sea

These emotions I once had gradually seemed to disappear

Love, hate, anger, contentment, fear


That warmth I had inside me is now gone

All my happiness, excitement, and fun

All that I am now are bits of broken glass

Fragile, thrown on the floor, never meant to last


A shell of emptiness, that’s what I seemed to be

A lost soul, a missing spirit, with a faithless reality

A robot, a person hidden by a mask of hollow lies

Locking away and left hidden, all her bitter laments and cries


But now I realised that you were at fault

That you shattered my heart, left it to be cold

You were the the one who painted my red heart to black

And left my hurting soul all tattered and cracked


And now I know about this ailment I have

All the signs seem to mix and all the symptoms add

The blurs have been cleared, the static faded away

Yet this disease of mine will be left to stay


What I now have is a phantom heart

A smudge, an imprint, a scar that never heals remains, never to be gone

I can feel my heart  pulsing, moving, beating inside of my chest

…And yet I have none.

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