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A Darkening. When the end draws near. Things become dark. We run around trying to find a spark. But all we find is fear. The blank look of honest fear. No longer together we hide alone.
Hope, they call it that, they call it that to confuse. Light, that's what hope brings, that's what turns around many things. Twist, a little kink, a little kink -it digs in.
Would 1 hour of love Be more then enough To call you mine and for me to be called yours. To gather some possession and become materialistically flawed.
Why are we hiding When the sun is this blinding. Are you scared of the night Or too weak to fight. Why should we leave When there's nobody to deceive. Are we running together Or apart forever.
I do not seek comfort or attention,. I do not ask for love or protection,. I will not stoop to your levels of need,. Your words I do not need nor heed,. I am alone, as I have always been,.
The Badlands are measured by. Standing on a roundabout. Closing your eyes, breathing deeply. Counting backwards in time. Every misery brought to life. Each injustice seen with light.
This isn't what I asked for, Did I really put my name down for this. To live this endless war, To never feel the kindness of bliss.
Two dice, thrown blindly Three times every day Of my life, and every time I throw two ones. However many Times I try, each die comes up One and One.
My heart, my mind, my meaning. What purpose in a fathomless land. Existing, being, living. Who and what defines that place in which I stand. Am I merely existing, born to die. I, I, I.
Buried under this ground The preserved remains of an organism How it got there remains a schism It no longer makes a sound Some beliefs are based on faith Others based on little proof So we dig...
(From Ode to Melancholy) . This is Life . . Sitting on the empty bone of Eternity . Listening to the cries of a desperate child . Bathing in its captive tears .
Listen you. Cognitively Dissident bastards. You ,whining. Enslaved -. Totally unnatural invaders. Your beliefs are nothing. An absolutists ',. -path to no where-.
All alone, Silence thick. Cold as ice, Just as slick. Ticking, tocking, The only sound. It's the clock with the arrows Going round and round. Moon comes up, Sun goes down.
I like to write from different angles. Differing angers, Differ in standards.
I am a ghost of myself. Of the child who used to play until the sun splotched red on the horizan and the night poked peepholes to heaven.
The Jester. Juggling snowballs,. One. Two. Three. He has one for Man. He has one for God. He has one for Me. One. Two. Three. The Jester. Juggling snowballs. Inside one is nothing.
Do you derive hope from failure. Do you derive joy from pain. Do you derive love from hatred. Do you derive loss from gain. Do you see life as a mystery. Do you see life as a maze.
Fighting to win. Winning to fight. Writing to live. Living to write. Living to hurt. Hurting to live. Forgiving to forget. Forgetting to forgive. Hoping to believe. Believing to hope. Choking to...
In this world, I see no man is clean. Souls sullied by envy corruption and greed. Hearts blackened by what has gone before. Minds twisted with hate and bodies left raw.
Where do you run to, When you don't know where you are. When do you stop. Will you ever know how far. How can I move forward, When I keep pulling back. What if I can't let go.
Silence is whats left. Where violence leaves the bled; In tortured zones, In thoughts alone, No signs left to be read. Just expressions left on faces, Where nothing need be said.
Why is it that my silence, Screams a scream only I can hear. My voice a distant memory, Still shouting in my ear. Why is it that i speak, In thoughts and to myself alone.
I can't breathe when underwater, Cannot smile before my slaughter, Can't move when told to run, Cannot, will not jump the gun.
"I sit in darkness when in times, I'm lost running through my mind, Got a son in whom my life.. Is where it lives and where it dies.