Yellow-Eyed-Demons

 These are not stories Made of dreams, Or jars filled with stars With salt that burns our raw scars Not sweetly melted sugar This is sickly and bitter With one jar of rain Other jar... Empty Rain is sweet Rain is pure Unlike this A moment where time flies And the glowing cigarette burns skin With a mouth That is filled with words I want to tell you I always try to But... You never listen Like a disease you invade my mind Chewing on the very flesh of my heart Sucking dry the warmth and love that I feel With cracks hidden underneath your bedroom Walls, painted in white With secrets Once in a hospital There was a needle Pierced