Here I lay, empty-hearted.

My hustle has turned me into husk
This husk is filled with the sin of lust
Draining my values, morals, ethics
White liquor leaking
Time freezing

A hustle for no greater purpose
What am I to do with it

I need a goal, a purpose to live like this...

The women
in my life
Narcissists
fill me
like an empty she-hell

they say boys destroy and girls restore
what a load of crap

The whole thing is gone. My whole person is lorn. When will I be reborned

My meaning in life has been found, yet I am lacking in communication, drive, and the courage to pursue it. Alone in this dream I find， myself, wallowing in dread.

I don't think I belong in this world

I hear the night's scream
I feel my mind bleam
With words unforeseen

My thoughts are empty like these starless nights
Who will be here to reignite
My passion my hopes, my all that I gave.

I wallow in my broken dreams
Let poems be my lone relief.
Tis' but a living dream,
I dare not sleep

On my broken heart
of shards of glass that pierce
the stars

Each day I lie wake
Let the night give truth and dissipate
The feelings I have when I'm asleep
Will haunt me no longer in my wake

Girls are just girls

**** going with the flow
We set goals to achieve them
No swimming in the ocean
We're on a yacht to conquer

hope shines bright within the morning night
the push and pull of tides
never progressing
thunder storms
destructing
and we're stuck at the same place
amid the sea of sorrows

fragile raging heart
inflamed protection
ill be here for you