Damned
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
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
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Funeral of Stillborn Dreams
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.
A Dark Romance
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
In These Small Sounds
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.