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he's begging to breathe
Crying please..
though he's now gone,
the echoes of his desperation
shed light on a dark situation
we're all going through waves
of constant uncertainties,
Yet one aspect is certain,
societies accepted ignorance
is finally falling away,
a martyr, someone's son, our fellow brother
I'm sorry for how you suffered,
these tears fall
yet now maybe we can build
and stand tall,
instead of living in our bubbles
comfortably ignoring the pain of another
George floyd
Chasing living nightmares,
suffering hell without a care,
baring my heart in the dark,
these days it's hard to tell anyone apart,
running through these fires
dark webs in my mind,
wondering if I've come too far
& if there's enough time
to just run where exisiting isn't so hard,
steadily beginning to believe
I'm where I'm meant to be,
roaming where the wild things are
Dark demented young soul,,
fire consuming bright eyes,
traveling this broken road alone,
lost on a path hunting true devotion,

insanity coursing in these hollow veins,
walk with me to witness
a depraved mind running blind,
dividing lines blurring right or wrong,
only the wicked could live so long
in a journey so twisted,
yet reality shows me my true frailty
in one calamity,
true tragedy was my extremity,

In the end I'll load up this chamber,
finally lights out,
Solid stainless destroying empty sadness
with a cleansing clatter & flash,
one round to destroy
a sick Madness with a beautiful blast
I am my own creation,
Never a factor of the world's situation,
to my death I am an individual,
Yet with others like me,
we are martyrs,
Ready to stand for what's right,
Through the darkest and coldest nights
We live to die in the fight,
Bred in this light,
Our hearts carry no fright,
For even in death,
we know it's not the end of life
These pages
of my life's stages
wilt & decay,
frail bones will rot
in our grave,
nothing is forever
ties and tongues severed,
fire fueled hearts change
as does the weather,
it's a harsh cold reality
time a commodity,

some say it's wasted youth
searching,

running through the pain
coping in my own lane
left  yearning..

snags in the road
destructive holds,
love’s sick tricks
ignorance
carries a death wish,
yet I'm glad to have her love
cause without it
Nightmares swarm
Casting shadows shaped
by karma’s forked tongue
I wish I could go back in time right to the point where my mind went astray.
Maybe on whatever day it was it may help make sense of how to cope at least
Insanity is a beast
An ultimately forever hungry demon
Raging war with my soul
Leaving me empty and cold
Where did I go..

— The End —