Jaded. Fragmented. Fallen.
Always Rising.

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:13 p.m.
whatever.
go ahead and stare.
whatever,
does the blood
really sting your heart
or are you just afraid
of the vivid truth
that refuses
to look away?
you saw me.
i wasn't watching,
but i'm sure my heart was.
whatever.
that love
that you just freshly spoke of
it no longer remains-
just the rain.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:11 p.m.
My dreams,
like the clouds have vanished.
instead,
insane fighting.
the fantasies
of pain.
blood cloaked
in everything i'm not
but my thirst isn't caught.
i need moer
and am craving
the coolness
of steel.
go ahead,
send me away.
my eyes
have already glazed
and soon,
i, no longer, will remain.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:10 p.m.
mind racing,
you'd better not ruin my nails
or then
the demon
will be unleashed
and it's untameable.
thought you'd know that by now
but i guess
we all can't be quick learners
and have to get burnt
a little more than just once.
Hello-
i welcome you to my hell;
my paradise
my death.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:07 p.m.
Repeated Paradise
what you once thought
won't ever be.
why?
because the pain still chains me.
ha.
whatever.
i've heard that before.
the part about how perfect this all is?
well,
it is.
and that isn't what haunts me.
it's that ringing pain
that won't leave me-
those memories
that say
i've been this far before
and beckon
the releases of pain
for this will only happen
again and again.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:05 p.m.
thoughts
the ones spinning
i thought i could trust you
but again-
devastation.
i shake my head.
why?
the trap lays full,
not disguised
and yet
i turn my face
refusing the sense of it all.
the logic
that binds this world
is that which pulls it apart
for the wind's
blood
is covering us all.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:04 p.m.
the scarlet tears
which used to fall upon the leaves
now goes
undetected
for maybe
as time releases its age
so does age release its restrictions.
the blindness
never really remaning
but closing off
what you thought
lived inside.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
02:02 p.m.
stumbling
the stone stops my path
but i do not resist.
resting
i find myself
too weary to get up.
the taste of blood
is too great inside my head
and the bitterness
grabs hold
as i realize just how much
power
i could own.
-alysia-

Sunday, January 8, 2006
01:59 p.m.
The little angel
in which
i used to whisper to
takes up
and leaves
right after telling me
everything's alright
but i know it must be
because she cannot tell a lie
or can she?
the sunset has just faded
and i see those tears
in your stone eyes,
never again
is what my heart used to swear
but now-
a leaf unturned
and a destiny unfilled
with conspiracies of that companionship
with you.
-alysia-