Salt and Pepper

Salt and black pepper, what can be
any better? Both spice up eggs
The thought of you two makes me cry.
I eat your other half tonight

You two are much the same, so why
With so much similarity
Must you be separated in
Separate bottles, tucked together

Always in view of each other,
But never together, until
Your on the breakfast plate together.

Cold

I wake up. My body shivering in the cold darkness.
I could feel my drenched bottoms and wet socks, it's wetness chilling my bones.
Struggling to help myself up, shuffling my feet; the warm wet environment inside of my boots sends a disgusting  shiver down my spine.

Every step I take, is torture, as water is felt squirting out of my soles; the cool water flowing through my toes as they are absorbed once more, through my already wet socks back into my boots.
"Will this journey ever end?" I ask myself this as I look forward into the formidable darkness, a thick cloak doing little to warm me against the night.

Quotes I love

"I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too." - Missy Altijd

So true.

"Giving up doesn't always mean your weak; sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go" - Author Unknown

Yep, I am too weak according to this. Not strong enough to do what is right at all.

Hit in the face

Running down the field
Speed was my shield
My eyes on the objective
So tragic when I see in perspective
That when the objective took flight
I then had lost all of my sight
The world became black in my eyes
My ears perversely ringing cry
My body feels all numb
As I then fall and succumb
To dull nothingness

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"This love, this hate is burning me away [...] I don't want to live this destiny, it goes on endlessly"

- Hollywood Undead, "This love, This hate"

Just what it says, how to end it? Just stop? I reply with "Hell no fuck that!" - Hollywood Undead, "Black Dahlia"

Messed, My head is

I awake to sterile white halls
The blurred vision of a document in my hands
With the echo of a gasp, the whisper of distraught
Feeling the outline of your name
My mouth turns salty and dry, as
With a waft of dry blood,
Cringing up my nose

It cannot be what I fear most...
Thank the lord, it was only a nightmare.

An experience of pathetic fallacy

I look outside at the trees and small plants in bloom
Brown all over, but with green leaves sprouting too
The brush full of death
The canopy above is rife with life
The sun trumps over all, casting an orange glow
Only on the top half of the wood, creating
An uneasiness as day transitions into night
Feeling empty inside, like the wood before me
Only half filled with the orange light
Soon all of the wood will fall into darkness
With the cool winds flowing through it

At least the woods are whole again
However not I, no sunset
Is going to make me whole tonight.