another unwantedby the light of a dying dayi retreatas unhappily as my heart could beat,as breaths could sing,Did I ever choose?I think not.just give a hushed "oh well."seal it with am a gic s p ell,you're justANOTHERt a l e totell?
Do YouRestlessness Thy eyes see no polished diamondJust thy swollen fallacies
IllusionIridescent illusions fleeting across a crumbling path,as trembling hands sewwhat is left ofa lovely visage.Imminent disastersthat send the worldfalling to its knees,as the backdrop of the universebends against the willof its god,and the fear-stricken childrenof this realm are demolishedupon swimming in never-ending flowsof hate and ignorance.Open your eyes,all that seems to be beneficialto your rotting human existence,will drain you of your will to live.Your body, like the discards of a dull recordon a lifeless day,will be disposed oflike the waste of flesh that it is.
WaitI have to take a second look,delve into the past that has shaped the sufferings of my mind,I stepped on the shards of the mirror,my blood covers the floor.I realize that I am barefoot, that I am not breathing.Who is this?A scar sits upon my chest, from where I attemptedto pierce my lungs,but the few tears I criedwere those of happiness.What have I become?I am confused,all the papers have been scattered, and I searchfor the one that bears the truth,as soon as the building is set to flames.I inhale the smoke.Too familiar of a feeling.
HazinessHaziness of the lights, blurred visionbreath shortened to weak rasps,hands frail, the weapon is dropped,and into the room the rest run.Faces looming above, they stare you down,eyes filled with fight, tears falling,cries echoing,echoing,echoing in the chambers of my mind.Go away.Cloth to neck,panic and fury,our eyes meet.Slight smile, clothing is colored bright.Final sight of your lips, and darkness floods,as faint sirens screechin the distance.
You and ILingering through my dreams,Grasping my hand,in a gentle dance,across the field of swaying flowers.Holding you close,embracing against the shine of the sun,soothed by the touch of the wind.And laying in the rain,just you and I,hoping to be yours till the end of time.I close my eyes,and hopetill the beating of the rainceases.
I Love YouI love you more than anythingmore than anyone,I'll miss you more than I miss anything,even the bliss that I had lostI want you more than my hidden desiresthat tug at my aching heartBut it seems that you have ran off,out of my arms,and out of sightAnd I'm sorryfor saying all the wrong words,and being all the wrong things.I love youso even if you don't come back,my love will forever be for no one but you.
To Whom it Doesn't ConcernHello.I've truly realized how none of you care.You act as if you do, but in the end, you are concerned with no one but yourselves.I had never asked for much. A simple kindness was worth too much to give, it seems, but I understand.I wasn't the person you were looking to give it to.I learned that I've never wanted to be.Never wanted to breathe, never wanted to live.Mostly because, there is nothing worth living for, not even myself.Why must I suffer? Why do I let myself face this agony and this pain?You say that this is selfish, because it'll only inflict pain upon others, but there'll be none.Because you don't care.It is selfish of you to degrade me for wanting release, for letting me crumble and wither away.But you don't care.You're just like everyone else. And hopefully you will suffer just as much as I have to.It's unbearable. It's indescribable.It's consumed me.I've turned into this monster.And it's time that I rid the world of it.Farewell.
I don't careI no longer careIt's just a mere wound,just another drop of blood,and just a little sob.It becomes routine,part of the coldness of your hearts.Please tell me why God has chosen meto live on this planet.Somberly, along this oppressive path.I wanted nothing.And you got everything.
ReflectionI want to sprinkle a piece of meInto bit-code hoping it sticks.But no one cares about the truthUnless it's funny.And I've lost sight Of what that is;I've been taught that it's all relative.We're all irrelevant in the endAnd so, the fire that use to burn in my heartIs all Charcoal. And I've been tryingTo see with no eyes; to drive withNo direction.But now I know I want to meltTogether people's 90 degree angles,Until the world knows everyone's rights.I want to melt together the distanceThat separates prose and poetry;Fact and Fiction; light and darkness.
Dead or alive?I feel numbAnd coldIs this death?Or am I still alive?If I'm aliveI shouldn't beBecause death is betterThan this cursed lifeTo dieTo sleepNo more
He only dates broken girls.I will destroy you. I willmake you love mewithout even trying;you’ll love the scabson my knees, the bruisesunder my eyes, mysinged hair. You will lovethe rush of holdingmy hand as we crossthe bridge; you’ll feellike a hero each timeI don’t jump. You will buyme chocolates, the mostexpensive, to guilt meinto eating. You will buyme seeds instead of flowers,to give me a reason toget up in the morning. Youwill make me dependent,even as I feed your whiteknight complex. I will destroymyself, and so you,and you will know why storms are named after people.
Ignorant WisdomThe best of us die youngWhy?We are blood and bodyMind and muddled matterThat decays from the very airNecessary like an addictionOur eyes are skin and sinewSenses intaking a surfaceBut to the machine of faultsWhat is there lost to us?The best of us are of willAs what will be passed beliefThe demanding of subconsciousEdicts of the soulThen why do they die?Why must a will be severedWhen it drives our existenceAll that there isAnd will ever represent us?Why do vessels feed the muscle?Bones hold up our legsAnd a head with strong neckThat its aspirations rise?The best of us accomplishTasks of a higher calibreLike a barrel of the cannonOne volley into the starsThey undertake with all motiveAnd lose the unwinnable conditionFor through their demarcationRevitalize our weak heartsThe best of us die youngWhy?Because they are not usAnd remind us what we should beThrough the greatest leagueOf history's lessonsThey sacrifice their chance to liveAs watcher of the
coming of agethere are parts of meyou can still hearon the radio;at first, you'll mouththe words, but youwon't be able to tellif the static touchingyour ears rests inmemory, and memory alone.my love is not leagues deep.you'll always be the oneto decide if i'm worth standingin up to the ankle,lukewarm and lapping,or if you'd like to sleepbeneath my shores, milesbelow discernible life.the long lesions scoringthe belly of my pridehave scabbed over,and trust me when i sayi clench my fists uponremembering those who havebruised me in the nameof disgust -trust me when i saymy teeth are baredand i am snarling,the blood from past fearsstaining my lips.
ursa minor, maybei've realized that the only reason i have ever returned herehas been because of you.these paths we walked over and over againstill barely bare the imprint of our toes.you've been gone forclose to forever, i know. but stilli lay here where sky meets sea and stareat the stars you will never reach.it's kind of saddening to see that you will never be theinfinitely remembered cancer, orion, gemini;fame is not meant for everyone. you taught me that.once upon a time in a land broken long ago,you told me that the wicked never rest among the living.with quick feet i had thought you were talking of yourself, a wanderer, runner.now i see you only ever spoke of me.my feet have blisters.
The Time Has ComeThe time has come.I've preparedI've listenedI've ponderedI know thatmy choices are limited.Don't stop me, your efforts are futileThis is how the story ends.Goodbye.