There's air here, but I cannot breathe in
for fear of strangling myself with something that helps humanity to live and thrive
further down I dive, this seems almost like an enchanted abyss, I can see beauty ask around me even though I cannot speak to it

the cold is starting to affect my circulation,
it's harder to move my hands
I'm hanging onto my lifeline by a strand,
I tug twice and to the surface I quickly rise
the bubbles in my chest begin to collapse
I breach and breathe in deeply,
allowing the outside world back into my senses

Some may want to know
why I chose to dig this hole
I'll do my best to explain
I hope this won't sound to strange

breathe

I dug this hole for myself
to shelter me from finding someone else
I already have been hurt many times before
because life is a test of both what you can love and endure

so rather than actively seek things out
I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth
I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see
so many people finding who makes their heart complete.

So thanks life for ******* me over
thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya
thank you much for stripping me of
pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love

So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay
I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!"
Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed
in the heart like it's a practice dummy

and I think it's funny that I was so stupid
to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams

What's wrong with Nero?
is he writing from the heart?
what's causing his anguish
what's tearing him apart

It seems to me
I'm my own
Worst enemy
all alone

What's wrong with me
why can't they see
I don't want to be a burden
but I can't stand alone
much longer I hate having people worry

To anyone who needs it,
I'm willing to listen
I'll play human diary to you
I'll never speak again what is written

What's wrong with
Nero?
Is he blind but able to see?

We can rebuild Him, we have the technology...

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Wouldn't it be nice if I could curl up in my warm bed without the voices that plague me Night and Day in my head they said I'd be dead two years ago so why don't they just go away

AWAY I SAY LEAVE ME ALONE I SHALL NO LONGER BEAR YOUR BURDEN YOU UNHOLY BEASTS SHALL CEASE TO RESIDE IN MY MIND ANY LONGER

Anyway back to the subject at hand I'm glad I once found my sunshine in a bag but she's gone now and the only color I see now is gray like it's in my Genes Or something the one you once new as A Reject Once long ago has molted and grown into another tortured being


My gift of verse is also my greatest curse as every bullet people shoot at me hurts harder and bleeds deeper than you think I've tried to hide it but the mask I can't take up anymore after your third heartbreak you know the score


NERO STOP WRITING POEMS AND GO BACK TO DRAWING LIKE A SPASTIC CHIMP

SHUT UP ORION AND DIE IN MY BRAIN STEM THEN FINALLY I CAN GET SOME PEACE

AT LEAST THE CREATOR DIDN'T GIVE HIMSELF AN AGING REESE'S CUP WHEN HE SUPPED FROM THE LAKE OF IDEAS AND BUILT ME!

(to be continued)

Smile for today
So they remember you tomorrow

I'm looking, but I don't know what for
I'm living, but I don't know what's in store
I'm breathing but I can't hold it in
I'm thinking but I can't speak my mind
I'm Writing, but only for myself
I'm eating, but not necessarily for my health
I'm listening, but I can't keep my mind on what you said
I'm alive physically, but mentally dead