September.

1.09.2015

I am a disaster painted in red,

Ticking clock laying in my head,

Tellin I’m running out of fucking time,

Broken heart feeding the demons in my mind,

They’ve been hovering on the line too long this time,

Who’s in control?

Black nails, black heart, black lies,

Only seeing what’s between my eyes,

The crowded woods, stained with my own blood,

Leading to the castle where the queen once stood,

The war is coming, long live the king.

4.09.2015

I’m well acquainted with the monsters that live in my head,

The ones who wonder and make themselves at home in my bed.

They call me a tragedy, the ones at buried deep beneath body.

But who is in my soul?