The crushing weight of reality Breaks my bones And leaves me a jagged mess Of sharp brittle pieces -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #197
A life alone poisons the heart.
History of Justice
We have a history Of blaming the victim For being weak For deserving it For asking for it Forgetting the monster Who did the heinous crime Where is the justice? -Kel Dayheart
In Morning Light
Don't bring flowers For my grave Leave them For someone Still around To appreciate them -Kel Dayheart
Finding Sense
I want to paint The world in my colors Until it makes Some sort of sense -Kel Dayheart
Leftovers
I feel like Leftover chinese Forgotten in the fridge For over a wekk -Kel Dayheart
Bleeding Gums
I'd rather eat glass Than have your lips Upon me anywhere -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #196
Disaster begun in silence.
Quitting while Behind
Love is a business That I do not partake in -Kel Dayheart
Death by Ice
Icicles dangle dangerously Above my head like A pendulum just waiting to Fall -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 