my heart is beating,
time is passing by
slowly, too slowly.

the wars inside of me
are keeping me alive,
or maybe not.

my heart is beating
the hours are speeding up now,
maybe i'm just growing older.

the wars inside of me
keep tearing me apart,
fast, too fast.

the dream i was envisioning
is turning into something else.
maybe i'm not here anymore.

time keeps passing by,
the wars are never ending
and something is missing.

i may be living in slow motion
or maybe dreaming too fast.
i know nothing anymore.

alone under the desk lamp
head on a book pile, eyes fluttering close
tears falling down, as loneliness
eats away at her soul.
strands of hair stuck on her cheeks
lips bitten red, quiet sobs echoing
is this the way it was supposed to be?

only searching for a light, a hint
something to guide her
towards the will to live she once had
because living was all
that she once wanted
is this the way it was supposed to be?

darkness taking over her mind
all signs of happiness once felt
disappearing, fading away
from the scars decorating her heart
is this the way it was supposed to be?

scared, frightened
panic churning inside of her
the whole world upside down
shaking fragile figure
it's so cold outside
the world never stops spinning, so fast
so fast. her missing pieces tumbling away
is this the way it was supposed to be?

i gave you a box of memories
a box you told me you had lost
you did not want it back you said
it was full of ghosts from the past
i decided to collect new memories
to let you see mine
you hid the box under your bed
for a while everything was fine

when the moon kept you company
on nights in july
you held the box in your hands
found comfort in my silent sigh
the once blooming memories
started to fade away
every cell in your body screamed
you desperately wanted them to stay

you gave the box to her
the long lashes-girl
and filled the box with the scent of change
to wash the guilt away
you filled it with laughter
and expensive wine
you let her snort *******
on the memories of mine

time went on
you filled your poems with her
and held her tight at night
you became her comfort zone
what you did not notice
i sat by the lake on my own
and quietly sang your poisoned words
you will never have to be alone

(k.w)

eleven past midnight.
i'm still here,
waiting and wondering.
are you ever coming back?*

(c.i.g.)

My heart is beating,
Time is passing by
Slowly, too slowly.

Wars inside of me
Keeping me alive,
Or maybe just not.

My heart is beating
The hours speed up now,
Maybe I'm getting older.

Wars inside of me
Keep tearing me apart,
Fast, too fast.

The dream I was expecting
Is turning into the opposite
And maybe I'm not here anymore.

Time keeps passing by,
The wars never stopping
And one thing is missing.

Maybe living in slow motion
Or maybe dreaming too fast
I know nothing anymore.*

(c.i.g.)