PTSD – Photapia

Of Love and Lies

Love is a tramp Seductive lightVelvet smooth Lies Love is your trapLuring scentWelcoming Lies Love are wordsYour words arefrost on the lips Lies Your Lies are realBlunt knivesThey tear, rip and glide Lies Your words are liesWords of loveLies about love Lies

Brand new hell

As we turn deeplyinto ourselvesIn an inward sort of diveTo explore the harrowingof whatever hell is This brand new hellThe devils are picking upA susceptible gazeWe are lost in a field ofThat neverending doubtAnd the sky is dimThe sky is your dreamMy hope, effervescentYou don’t ever get used toThe icey cold airIt crystallizes on my useless…

Can’t

I cannot write about you Not because I can’t but because I cannot the thought of it the thought of it stops as soon as it starts almost as if my body wanted you gone which you are but you are not the smell lingers however imagined and the sound that sound the sound of…

Like Open Fire

Feeling warm on a cold day is a skill They say suffering is a choice But my suffering is an open battle The bleeding. The dying. And the yelling won’t cease When you’re told you’re like an atomic bomb Detonated, and everything’s gone When you feel like a stampede Like a forest fire Like open…