My pen offends me
Acted like I didn’t see
But, it wrote the truth

The Tree’s last leaf falls
Does it reflect on Spring’s blooms;
Dreaming with eyes closed

Im glad that the Heart
Beats only on its accord
For my Mind, gave up

He sighs; chancing a look in the mirror
Eyes glaring back with unrestrained disdain
His heart rises, breaths accelerate
Offering his reflection only contempt
. . .
That wretched reflection only he sees

The cold needle pressed into my arm
Pushing song after song until I feel warm.
Laying there in my own personal comatose
Only feeling beat after beat as I overdose

Drowned out in my world of song
Fade deeper and deeper like nothings wrong
Between the headphones only I exist
Music my life support, my IV in my wrist

A good conversation is one never said
And the best place to go is in my own head

The more that I grow, the more that I find
With only myself can I have peace of mind

But sometimes I consider all that could be
If I found someone who was abstract like me

Passing by as we share the same thought
But as we are who we are, It is all for naught.