"Angsty poetry."

That's five syllables, ain't it?

Wow! I'm self aware!

praying for some energy
i feel like i've been buried in the dirt
lookin' for my worth down below
i looked high and
i was left dry
so i ain't know where to go

growing close to these feelings
of passionate pain
i've wrote of it before
you might be tired of what i'm sayin'
drought of joy floods my brain
rushes me to early unconsciousness
by 4 in the pm i've been slain by the
demon of unnecessary sleep
off my feet and then i'm up
until dawn in the am

if i can see disdain in your eyes
i'll disappear from your optical radar
you don't even have to tell me when
keen vision
mentally developed
from years of confinement in
this prism
of my mind and
my room

i've grown patient to the world
and these feelings i've felt
i'm tired as hell
but i pray you can’t tell
and i pray i feel well
in due time
till then i'll stay strong
i hope this don't last long
i feel it's my fault
i'm still searchin' for that
feelin' right and
what i've done wrong
i hope this don't last long

- n.a.

Blood-stained everything

My life substance falls away

And starts something new.

Our paths crossed each other
Then we went one way and held on
We've gotten so close now
I want to keep walking on this path with you
But I see a fork in the distance
It worries me on where you will go next
You might just turn left and leave me alone
We've seen so much between our intertwined existence
I want to see where our path leads us
But hopefully not a dead end