You’re the queen

And I’m the wretch

You’re the moon

And I’m not rich

You’re too much for me

Even though you’re just–

Blood and flesh.

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Nails clawing at my skin

Teeth gnawing me from within

screams shrilling in my mind

the pain causing me to go blind

A raspy whisper tells me lies

making me wish that I could die

he wants me tortured this I know

for she has told me the devil has told her so

but why is it me he taunts

why is it me he wants

he could have any he desires

to pull down into hell's fires

but the flames become wild

when fed by God's child

Bridge

I look down upon you

Thinking of the demons

That strangled my life

I quiver

Nobody likes me

I'm torchured daily

Teased

Blood doesn't turn in my body

I'm just filled with cement

Stuck on this ledge

I wasn't meant for life

No value

I've already expired in my mind

I can't handle the loneliness

I'm empty

I'm done

On my journey

I won't remember much

As i 

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I've been living to fill my empties,

I've been fleeing the crippling fear.

How long can I outrun what I've got coming?

The silent night is my family…

I will raise this cup of my mother'sʼbones;

I will drink the tears of my children.

Bury the bodies that might have been me;

Unmarked grave, unrealized potential…

I will raise a toast to all that is hollow…

I will smile louder than soundless screams…

As I'm frozen in a moment of limbo…

As I'm broken by every moment of clarity.

Shivering

On his front porch

Swollen heart

A fading torch

Silent

On his death bed

I kiss my baby brother's brow

Words I couldn't say till now,

"I love you..."

From the depth

Of my darkened soul

There's a garden

Deep inside

My twisted mind

Where I planted

The seed of love

And the roses are blooming

Spreading.....

The fragrance of emotion

That's when I spill

The red ink of fondness

Praising affection

With my dark words

I bring out

The beauty of light

Within blackness

Tangled with an eerie rhythm

With a little touch

Of beautiful sentiment

This is my expression

A composition

Of a dark romance

-Jessa

These walls hear dreams.

As one goes, white noise follows

Into these rooms, and it reverberates

From ceiling to

Corner and corner and

Back again.

Louder, it grows

As notes add on.

In the bare brush of feet

Along this carpet,

In the faint strains

Of this song or another,

In the cracking of these

Sore knuckles,

In the pre-recorded applause

Of late night with

Insert name here,

In the rustle of weight

Shifting and sheets moving,

In the bangs of falling things

And muffled curses from

Hurting others,

In the clicking of a pen

And the jingle of

Keys,

In the rush of a door

Slam shaking the foundation,

In the scraping of a fork 

And drip of 

A leaky faucet,

In the riotous laughter

Outnumbered by the 

Soft pull of tissues

From a box,

Collectively it is the whole of

An existence.

Decipher the static and

All you will hear

Is a life, in these

Small sounds.