Sentence after sentence races through me when
I greet my close friends. They wonder where
I've been—resting with a new one—not able to
admit. Withdrawal leeches away; intensity ravishing—
pain a close friend. though i have built tolerance.

"You've got what you want—cast away; Begone!"

Scars mark the number of occurrence—impossible to
remove from raw skin. Laughter a double-edge blade—
once being my own—echoes in memory.  Memories
long lost to a void-state—untraceable.  Reality fading;
counterfeit wishes succeeding; color exists in emotion?

Metaphorical meaning: monarch's wings; sophisticated
structure; blank lies—come to end. Be at my grave when
I rest.

Leave your terror to mine; Alone.

My footsteps whisper, lips touched,
Closed--not beside my thoughts--in unison.
Shattered--separated--alone.
Granted--contradicting a wish's

Purpose--meaningless to an empty
Vessel. Never deserted--discarded.
Unoccupied by the few words circulating.

As the body carries the weight,
Murmuring each piece continuously.
And the sounds begin an end.
A familiar path discovered--
The cycle continues.

Our universe has had advances that have
Led mind-boggling journeys. Our stars and galaxies—
Just a tiny fraction that are so incomprehensibly
small not even one element is noticeable. If it exists
You just may have a different name. While the
Cataclysmic event that created us remains a mystery.

Thought to have been a maelstrom of virtual particles
Leading to vibrating strings of noise. The root just a
Fundamental theory that remains extremely successful.
Not one argument worth noting. Yet another
Path leading to an even bigger waste of time.

One soul—circulating my as if
My polar opposite never bound to meet. A tug,
A stretch towards anything for my trembling
Hands to lock onto. But resistance is too great.

Clichés smothered into my story,
Running rapid along the coastline of my words.
A one-sided game of hide-and-seek—
The seeker lost amongst his own foolishness.

Sun-dried eyes—forbidden to release
Anymore tears. Shots of loneliness to dampen
His blistering vision.

As if a roundabout with no exit,
Only an abyss, eating away the earth within.

Tales of personally forsaken men
Infest an already corrupted mind.
Not a single wave crashing even breaking
His ears.

Once finally locked in place, embrace the
Mystery told as future. One attempt
Is all served—to fill the gaping holes
I gaze through.

Perseverance through Hope lead men
Into their seeming unreasonable dreams.
Gazed upon—determination
Coursing and emerging for a better future.

To stand easy, but to keep balance
Is truly a challenge. Eyes met with goals—
Sight locked like their mindset.

Time being the great enemy. Legs begin
To shudder and collapse, leaving a living
Corpse. Remnants decomposed beyond
Memory— grasping for resilience.

Select few avoid death we all love.
For they are the True Mighty—
How even they can be tarnished.

Legends still linger past a tragic
Memory. Thoughts recirculating—sparking
New desires. Cycles forever repeating—until
Men refuse.

Deserted with the remaining souls
desperately clinging for what no longer has
Grip. And the cycle breaks—forever crushed
Under man's sloth.

Knowledge of never knowing the
Creations you wish for is the true tragedy of living.
Forcing upon yourself meaningless strains only to
Progress further mentally--while still met stationary.

Never able to express truthfully to your closest lips,
For banishment will be certain from their hearts.
Explanations forged insanity with an ax through reasoning.

Left with a cavern, rotting from the dripping wells
That harvest its liquid--refreshed through your
Remaining operational desires.

Blood on your hands racing down from
Wrists pledged fully to love.

Dreams of your future never awoken from--yet fulfilled.

Lost amongst the countless feelings, a light holds
Deep with a blinding stare. Guiding souls blindly
Into newfound land—Regretful paths capture those with
Arrogance.

Threads of passion await to entangle those hasting
For their vessel to be overcome. Left with brandings
Of a fiery Phoenix's feathers—Known as love.

Often left as a reminder, a mark of regret
Is its name. Left to rewinds of the past—Knives begin
To reach the innards of their skin; slashing away their being.

A dangerously close touch to their eyes leads to the blood
Of waterfalls—Liquids of pain from a past of regret.
Doubtful hums only masking their cries of despair.

With scars unhealed and charms still lingering, True Love
Shines through the void of the past. Casting a nebula of
Hope into the future—Wishing for a partner alongside.
But is only left with unstoppable forces towards the truth.

Feelings being left in the past; Crushed into no recognition,
For True Love is unstoppable. Granting its ability to those
Willing to give Everything for its cause.

City Streets service my vision of belief.
Foreshowing the maze of the mind with darkened alleyways.
City Lights guiding my view—Rethinking what I behold.
But a Light never shined.

Clouds atop the dim lights, distorting my morals;
Dropping rainfalls of questions in the minds
Of the Peoples' judgment. Unfortunate to hear,
A flood never stopped a determined mind.

Combined powers together—Clouds merely
Decorations. Achievement to my soul, heinous
Tragedies to another. Interpretation meaningless
without True Meaning—For meaning is all.

Psychotic judgment, even logical at times—
Repeating past deeds. Lost souls can never forgive—
Never forget adversity. With nailed thoughts unwilling
To advance. The future beholds beauty, only without bias.

Castaway; lost atop the sky built with an island.
I reside; Walking coast to coast, awaiting
The others' arrival. When they arrive I am left without
A greeting, left with what I had to begin:
Lights to flash in my eyes, granting vision through the fog.

You incentively smile; swallowed by
Demurs, encasing an idol. Peer—Searching
of yourself six feet under? Its appearance;
couldn't relate; masquerading looks—
Stunning.

Surely not! Beast, Repress!
Remorse, Repair!

Tone lacking for a visual was all required.
What once could become—If only
Onced listened!
You lend no gratitude—Care for me!

care lost; for an idol
compressed all you had ever
given.

Crushed alongside the visage of which
lay beyond your inexperienced lips!
I have no care;
no longer

Eyes drowning shut under the pouring rain--
Screeching splashes holding his head in confusion.

Screaming at myself which path to take--
Now losing interest in what makes him human.

Just silence is all I ask--Solitude for
Eternity, yet is all he is scared of.

Come into my heart explore the riches I hide.
Be traumatized by the horror left unseen for you.

Hold my hand with comfort across your view.
Disappointment is all that clouds one's feelings left.

I can search for eternity--never once found.
Let my locks cloak the heroes unforgiven
For victory is all impossible--never to happen in fantasy.

Harsh truths hurt the most when one can't be accepted.
completely made up, yet the truth when spoken from
my voice. A new accompaniment—still a reason
I've grown accustomed to my views so soon. A guide—
giving value into my heartfelt knowledge you call insanity.

Unique into its own core—made by the only one who
truly believes the thoughts within my mind. Certain
into the future even with a cloud in his eyes five
seconds into the future. Storage of courage
servicing—granted until the last drop muffles to nothing.

But a tank with infinite capacity—nothing really matters
in the end-game. Plans of perfection fall short with
flaws shot on sight. Streams of electricity—mapping out any
outcome. Knowledge lurking, unable to access as more
effort, more pieces must be ripped from my Soul.

Tolls a mere cost for a better. Controversial in many,
but a serene paradise in mine. Let my choices be
a lead for the lost—unfortunately I work alone.
Futures of ever-lasting hope with shinning street
lamps able to raise your features into what beauty should be.

Select a few to understand the curse—the true strong-willed
hearts that are shunned for diversity. Power unmatched by the
average; unmistakable for what is taken as weak. Anarchy is much
more than no rules to follow—it's a beauty. Capitalize on words
offered into your brain. Knowledge is power, as well as beauty.

As the last cheer silences, the people are satisfied.
With our last task complete, we rest together.
Proud of our creations; hopeful smiles among us.
Feelings of power surge through our veins,
Nothing could destroy our home, for we have each other.
Reassuring with hands cradled in others.

Mischief still lurks—always lingering and always searching
For opportunities. Unidentifiable by looks,
Only with careful inspection of the mind. Watch your steps,
For gaps in reapings have malicious intent. They are
The stepping stones for a staircase of evil and lust.
Granting easy access into desires—Strong willed or not.

Trying my best to keep my kingdom afloat—
Even with the evil that lurks there. I stop to admire.
Beautiful ones everywhere the eyes could see.
Wishing such a state could live—Forever in peace.
But evil never stays quiet; it always finds a home.
Overcoming a place I once knew as hope—Now never sleeping.

Parks I used to walk by every day—echoes of lost children.
Statues once held above and praised—reminders of my failures.
The people I used to greet—graves of empty souls.
From the blind faith I couldn't hold them to; I loved
My kingdom. I cannot forget the riches of the past,
But now I'm left with an empty coffin—An old home.

Contemplating the hell before me—I take my thoughts in.
Unable to hold accountability, I take my leave.
Pushing the past further into the depths my mind holds.
Searching for a new home—One I could rebuild.
But not one accepted my past, not one forgave.
And my last scream silences—Returned to my broken heart.

Locked away in the darkest corners holds
Secrets I forbid to tell. They hold tattered
Rags of confusion—along with much certainty.
Do you really wish to know what lies beyond them?

Purchased broken and worn, yet still useful
In the mind I hold dearly. You ask for a
cleaning, but you know nothing of which you ask.
Leave me be—I only wish for you to be left pure.

Not an excuse; truth in my words.
The knowledge I hold is unique to one—
A philosophy none should witness. Let it not
Lead to doubtful rings in your ears—Please, leave.

What fantasies dwell inside my soul are for my
Mind to behold. True Beauty resides—Something you would
Question. Thoughts of belief—Only in the wanted
Bleached eyes I do not possess.

When all is said and done—Realization comes fourth.
And doubt can no longer hide itself. Constant
Fears and questions will occupy the words you've
Grown into; yet still service. As a gift to me,
Leave me be. I do this for the better of us both.