Taciturn Agony

As the night form a shadow of regret,
I'll lie again with blood as tears.
But here I am home.
With all my scars and infedelities,
With these imperfections,
and flaws,
I'll drown, in this sea,
Alone.

You reach out a hand,
Filled with unshed rain,
We are soaked
In this toxic,
Beautiful rain,
Unshed tears falling from the sky,
For you and me.
Lets cry too.

And the sky is swarming
With feint secrets
Rooms filled with dust
They scream silently
For their life back.
Those petals falling?
The want their life back.
Today.

And when you can finally see,
Realization willl cut your skin,
It'll makek you bleed beautiful red.
It will suck tou dry,
Till your breath becomes,
Nothing at all.
Die.

And for that tomorrow,
That will never come,
We cry today.
Selfish and hurt.
My heart rots,
In your foul hands.
Thank you.
For nothing.

Of Wanting

I don't know what I want. But I have this painful nagging feeling that tugs at my heart. It's like somethings missing, like something is incomplete.
A void.
A void that refuses to be filled.
Sometimes, I want to cry. I want to scream, to shout, and to rip apart my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, till they are no more.
I want to be emotionless, thoughtless, sightless, but then that means I'll be blind, senseless and defenseless. I don't want a heart, for it will only be broken and fall apart. It will only cause me to weaken, and subdue to wretched emotions.
I want everything to nothing at all.
I want eyes that are unassuming, not ones that are windows to my suffering soul. Look at my hands, they are shaking, with a life that they stole.
Perhaps my own?
Yes, my life.
Stolen, by yours truly, I can't believe I was such a fool, I didn't think this throughly.
My mind is a complete mess, puzzle piece gallore, filled with images and words; pictures obscured.
Now I don't expect you to understand, to see how effed up I am. But promise me one thing.
You won't judge me.
Did you promise? If you did...
Darling, you lied.