Wilted

WILTED:

Lies in truth

Truth in lies

the hollowness

behind thine eyes

your bitter words

scald and chill

pretending your presence ill

Enough's enough

this foolish game

sometimes I question

if you're still sane

alas it matters not

it's all inane

my beating heart

is all to blame

Whilst I not dare

to fight no more

this world

holds shades of grey

empty colors galore

Tis the only wish

that I make

and said it I have

and in it I spake

That I shall suffer

until the bitter ends

that you should be happy

until time begins again

But I shan't accept

thine lies

and hollow words

the fade away

beneath lonely tears

As I look forward

to a future bleak

I see now only fears

reflected back at me

and for your time (love)

I offer humble thanks

Kaloriinn, James. Mason

SODA FLOWERS:

Every song

heart hurts

everything sung true

untrue

dying down

melancholy blue

tear stained hue

blood stained dew

lonely empty hell

cluttered full of faces

without you

waiting a stinging melody

a cutting rhapsody

my head a cacophony

over hearts a catastrophe

nowhere to be

nothing to see

melting into the other shadows

fading

losing myself

no great lose

wasted away

here I shall rot

dying anyway

stains

the only evidence

that I fought

now I rest, to be devoured

in this pain

shame, surround but a field

of plastic soda flowers

Kaloriinn, James. Mason