The eye beholds my paranoia.
To California to Georgia.
I mastered the pressure that seems forever and hazardous.
But still they say back and they laughed at us.
I'm back picking up the pen cuz I need to write my wrongs.
My condolences and apologies for these poems.
I remember that first day of coming home.
I tripped but I did not trip on things I ain't know.
Unfamiliar faces made me nervous.
Wanting to commit convicted court cases for the disrespect of restricted territory.
I needed a get a way after all.
Now I'm popping heavier on Percocets,
for all the headaches I'm about to bring.
Somehow to this life I always cling.
Immature and ******* is what they all call me.
It's like I was coming home from the pen, but from the army.
If I can write all my wrongs maybe they'll bloom before I'm dead.
But instead that bullet hit me in the head as everyone walked by.

Just like a morning star,
like a beam of light waking you up,
I came in here, haven't said you sup,
I'm in awe how glorious you are.

Boredom is hidden in a routine
When there is nothing new,
Getting killed by time's queue
Slave of this hell for a long time you have been.

There's nothing special on a little rose,
Even though it may shine the dark face bright
So wee me trying to grow up,
Struggle to lift corners of your mouth.

So as the sun on the sky,
as the moon in the night
as they share the sky,
to share some of mine would be right.

All the people have to sleep,
And the need is soo deep,
They must follow the surrounding,
and darker it is getting,
the stronger is the feeling.
There is nothing funny about me,
So follow me, you will fall asleep.

It's well-known feeling,
Lying in a lonely bed,
without love, a mind is soo distracted
Imagine me,
with the head under the pillow,
with the tear on my cheek, ruined.
Give me some like or love,
No more sadness, blessed I will be.

Fun and peace.

The beast watches from afar
yet close enough for me to sense its presence
like a cat watching a mouse
a predator closing in on its prey

It whispers into my ear
taunting me with  fears and doubts
while I can only listen
and act like nothing is wrong

It disappears for a while
as I strengthen and lull into false security
until it strikes once more
with its harsh words and painful accuracy

I can't run from the beast
because no matter where I go
it always finds me
and reminds me just how broken I truly am

I told you I'd follow you until the end, but it looks like we're already there.
So watch me disappear, deep in my despair.

Follow your
Heart.
But take
Your brain
With you.