The waves are too strong For my tired arms They drag me under Spinning me until I lose All sense of direction I reach out in hope Of something, someone to hold But all I get is rough coral That harshly cuts me As I lose the last of my oxygen -Kel Dayheart
Don’t Ask
A broken heel Running mascara Without a jacket In the rain from hell Could this day Get any worse? -Kel Dayheart
Shameful
We use the term Shameless Like it's not Something to be proud of -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #168
With a half smile he looked dismissive
How to say, convey Somehow the way that you Take my breath away
Anguish
Burned to ash She didn't make A sound -Kel Dayheart
Growing Into Me
I feel like a child Still mimicing The world around me When will I know What is really me? -Kel Dayheart
Empty
My stomach turns and twists Until bile foams up From the hollowness That is inside me -Kel Dayheart
Childhood Heroes
Leave your heroes To your childhood Pack them away Like old toys Before you see them With cynical eyes -Kel Dayheart
Comfort
No sense of adventure Or too much fear To leave my comfort zone -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 