Every scar has its story

his lips still painted

the face preserved forever in the shine of chemicals

he lays

never to move again

dressed in the clothes he wore to battle

to face the wraith of school

eyebrows finely traced

lips still plump and red

air no longer moves through this vessel

skin reborn in make up

so no one will see the shame

has he took his life that day

laying on the bed

eyes shaded has almonds

eye lashes still curled to the end

blush powdered across his cheek

a samurai shalt show his weakness

when there is a battle when many have lost for a cost beyond value to others

he took his life rather then to let them take it himself

his hands still holding the only weapon fit

the stench has his twenty two grams have left

his body still preserved

Dreams fluorish in the adolecent mind

dreams  that dare not to take form

just in a soft whisper

it helps me get through the day

Stained

It leaked into my skin

it unpurified me

you stained me

my skin still smells of you

my mouth still tastes of you

i scrub my skin off

and your still there

holding me hostage

your voice still echoes through my ears

your fistsstill bruised in on me

tarnishing

rotting

Sound of death as it kisses mother and child,

the pitter patter of the heels against the concrete

a women dressed in crimson

as she runs from all the devils behind her

the melancholy silence of a regretfully gun shot

the holes punched into the dry wall

all seems to mix into the primodial ooze

splurging and splashing on the depths of my mind

soaking in the shades of regal purple

as it devours her

inching slowly to her heart

an exhale

and inhale

a moment of pain

nothing seeps through her lips once flowing with words

the paleness seems to leave the face

and the mask dripps off

as the peach colour of skin is renewed again

the screaming of the worthless child

as father beats mother and daughter

the goddess cry upon the polluted house

where tears take flame

and burn all her hidden writing

as a flower tower

hoping to escort her soul to the other plane.

another luminous fog

i have succumb

maybe this is how it is supposed to be

you must surrender

in order to succed

i have to let go

and the worst will come

with an everlasting after taste of the best

my dearest fog

let me lose myself in you

let me become what i am meant to be

keep me on my track

im afraid

for the end if closing in upon us

its slowly working its way to us

ever since this began

my clock began to move

a never ending tick tock

how could this be

i try to move the arms back

but the keep their path

I thought i was done with this

done with him

i thought i had finally subsided my feelings

i thought the nightmare of him would disappear

but deep inside i still have his candle

kindled in my heart

his face still embedded into my mind

the way it felt when we had the first kiss

the way he created a sense of belonging

he let me know i meant something

his hand still burns in mine

i still can recall when he broke my heart

when i learnt the first cut is the deepest

when they touched

i felt a little part of me curl up and die

as the pavement seemed to be moving faster then my tears

running into the arms of consulment

curled up in my heaven

sitting next to the entrance of the plantation

thats when i died

and became what you see today

I thought i was done with this

done with him

i thought i had finally subsided my feelings

i thought the nightmare of him would disappear

but deep inside i still have his candle

kindled in my heart

his face still embedded into my mind

the way it felt when we had the first kiss

the way he created a sense of belonging

he let me know i meant something

his hand still burns in mine

i still can recall when he broke my heart

when i learnt the first cut is the deepest

when they touched

i felt a little part of me curl up and die

as the pavement seemed to be moving faster then my tears

running into the arms of consulment

curled up in my heaven

sitting next to the entrance of the plantation

thats when i died

and became what you see today

dont speak to me

you think youre on the top of the ladder

yet you have no realized that there is no ladder

just holes that you have dug yourself

you have fallen and hope the snipe the rest down

into the same pit you have created as your home

a beastly emotion

for i know she cannot fulfill

she is too refined

and this is raw

a diamon cut for a princess

and a shard cut in the sweat shop 

a meeting of wondering eyes

a forbidden lust

 the thrill of being caught

on the bus we expose what we do

she looks at me but she cant see

he eyes cannot adjust

the mind is set on what she wants to think

that  he is with another diamond

not that he is with the shard that lies behind her on the bus