tears on my scars.

back from the dead.

Tears don't fall anymore
My eyes bleed
The sky is no more blue
It's in a shade of green.

My muscles don't move
They are sewed
I know you get me
And you always succeed to leave a clue.

I'm just another dream
There's no belief left in reality
Maybe I was just god's another profanity
For I have no faith in humanity.

Ghosts don't scare me anymore
Scared are the ones who have soul
The ones who have got nothing to lose
Enjoy the company of the paranormal.

My hypophrenia makes me laugh at times
I have no reason to cry
Still I do
Because I can.

It seems like my sadness has no cause
But it just seems
I know, you know, everyone's blind
There is a reason hiding behind.

If I tell you that you hurt me
You did then
You don't get to decide
For you don't know that you were the reason of my cries.

Everything starts and ends at the same point
I love you
I fall a bit deeper every passing second
I love a bit harder every passing moment.

Maybe if I loved you a bit less
I might've talked about it a bit more
I still do
It's just that I would do more.

There are poems inside me
That paper can't hold
Which my hands can't write
And my brain can't comprehend.

Wish I could explain it better
I think poetry isn't working anymore
For you don't love me still
And I can't stop loving you even a bit.

I am incapable of tolerating my own heart
Don't even make me start
On how you can never fix me
You can just break me.

What if I told you there's nothing we can do now?
It's just frost and frown
You are on your way
And I'm on yours too.

I wanna talk to you
But I don't know about what
I can talk about anything you like
Or if you don't like anything
I'll invent something that you do.

I crave your warmth near me
I want you to stay here with me
I invent for you
I can't lose you.

Be it a millisecond
Or an eternity
I am never away from you
You're always there inside me.

Those moments that I talk about
And would talk about for ages
Are just some mere accidents
Or incidents of a second.

At times, when I can't identify myself
I read
So that I cry over someone's sadness
I go back to the dystopian world and become a hand maid.

Water doesn't run down from my eyes
It's my soul melting and dripping
After learning that all that you said
Was a lie.

There's nothing left inside me
Except of you
You're there when no one is
You'll be there when I break my loom.

Even the devil repents
When he sees you
You're too beautiful
To be not pleased to.

Always shameful of taking
So I gave
Always ashamed of breaking
So I stood still.

You are the pride of my eyes
They gleam and glisten because of you
You adorn me with your gaze
And I stand there bejewelled.

This world doesn't require more poets
It's full of them
But he
He is poetry himself.

My worst sin is that I destroyed myself
But the best thing is that I did that for you
If killing myself is what it takes to love you
I will do that again and again.

Love is so tragically gorgeous
A cemetery full of hearts
It smells so alluring
Even though the hearts rot.

Embrace me as if it was my last time
As if I was going to die
And embrace me once again next time
As if I woke up from my grave.