Diary

Red bound leather,
Dreadful secrets leaking.
Pain misery torment hiding,
White pages binding.
Promises of watchfulness
Over the dead and dying.
Ugly rotting skulls laughing,
Becoming tired of their screaming,
The premature are waiting,
'Til they are well and truly dead
Black ink and blood is leaking
From the spaces in my head.

Failure

Black lines from reddening eyes,
The hurt escaping, showing.
The arrows are your words
Losing meaning in the cacophony.
Clashes causing headaches,
forcefully stemming the flow.
Failure.