As I followed my heart
I left something behind
must find my way back to the start
In attempt to reclaim my mind
Upon this lonely road
I wasted so much time
believing what was told
following mislabeled signs

Its all about the pieces
you keep after you're broken
and the pieces of the pieces
after you're broken again

Inside a society
thats growing more resentful
they would rather see you fail
instead of be successful
my purpose starts to dwindle
chasing unrealistic goals
any warmth that still remains
is stolen by the cold
maybe I'm just tired,
perhaps I got old
all my passions have expired
under moss and mold.
The fabric is unraveling
fraying at the hem
This war I fight is maddening
to not be just like them

I fell in love
a thousand times
as your light shines
within my eyes.
but I must imply
of its demise
heartache arises
as you pass me by

I am just a game, a twisted toy
here to amuse the girls and boys
Tossed to the wolves, just to amuse
play how you may choose
but you'll always lose

I am just a game, a twisted toy
I bring more pain than I do joy
I am no prize, I have no goal
look in these eyes, just a ******* hole

No prize, no goal
here lies an empty soul

Fiery mind
or icy veins
can be a downfall all the same
Cold heartedness
or burning passion
can lead to similar dissatisfaction
As the storm clouds start to form
my blood simmers to lukewarm
all that I was fighting for
doesn't matter anymore
I must disown the love I sworn
for this dysfunctional repertoire

Killing Time
while time kills me
the flesh
the powder
the smoke
the drink

Killing time
my time is free
devoid of life
in which I seek

Most do not live long enough
to see their work pay off
There is too much contradiction
from the swine at the trough.

Most do not long enough
to see their craft evolve
they wait until we're dead and gone
to interpret the song.

This problematic persistence
may be my downfall
but at least I faced reluctance
instead of not at all. . .

Poets of pretentiousness
say my poems are ****
they think emotions lie inside
large words that no one gets

Poets of Pretentiousness
say the shoe doesnt fit
watching them contort their feet
to walk within their niche.

Let it lie
bleed and die
If you don't care
Why should I?
I will not mourn
I will not cry
Your scorn knows not my sacrifice.

Aphrodite high and mighty
sitting on her throne
thinking that she holds the right
to any love I own

Everything that you invest
goes into vanity
unknowing that all beauty
is a fading commodity.

It's better if I lose
because that means that you lose too
and I can live ten lifetimes
facing every single truth
the fact that all I've done
the obstacles I faced
how I stood in the outcome
proves everything I say
I will not succumb
even if you think youve won
I can feed off the defeat
as you stand there with none

All this I hide
so you cant see
what lies inside
and bleed like me

my resignation
from this creation
wheres the compassion
within our actions

my resignation
from what is human
the end is looming
in all youre doing

Its a barrel on the tongue
a rope around the neck
pull the trigger
take the leap
wait for what is next

Its becoming sustenance
suicide by increments
the more it grows, the worse it gets
walking hand in hand with death

Its a razor to the wrist
water in the lungs
make the cut
take the plunge
let thy will be done

Its becoming evident
wounds showing the discontent
the more it grows, the worse it gets
as I lie here and bleed to death

All this I hide
so you cant see
what lies inside
and bleed like me

my resignation
from this creation
wheres the compassion
within our actions

my resignation
from what is human
the end is looming
in all youre doing

One day you will find
that vengeance is mine
every single time
that I cross your mind

I fight a war on too many fronts
and am losing in every direction
opaque views of what I want
and what is worth the mention
Ignored the facts for way too long
time to remove the veil
from what I have known all along
the jailers in the cell
With nothing left to do
and nothing left to say
the truth in choices that were made
why it remains this way.

You can give your blood sweat and tears
and they will want more
You can give your mind body and soul
and they will still have their hand out
You can bend over backwards until you break
only to be chastised for doing so
You can give the last piece of your broken heart
and they will want it all
I say give it to them
you will find parts of yourself you never knew existed.

Go ahead, abandon me
for loving that which should not be
as I lack, and I await
the final crack to complete the break
a heart not needed anymore
fragmented, bleeding, tattered, torn.