There's beauty in broken things
Even light has to be fractured to make color

Made from the fabric of broken dreams
pieced together in this effortless jiffy
as to hide the truth behind these seams,
that way no one could never even truly see
how my eyes have become a grayish blue.

I've lost control over what I can show,
merely a puppet with a cruel puppeteer
misleading me to think I have free will.
Trying to find a motive in this quiet torso
which isn't reassuring me that I'm alive,
so I could survive a battle that's all uphill.
But is going onwards still what I owe?
I'm guessing so, fighting away the night
mercilessly as they've been trained to ****.

No ears hear these smothered screams
or can ever tell if I'm feeling quite iffy,
for their too clever with their schemes
as I will always be letters from being free
and seeing this life from a brighter view.

Slithering sparks slicing the darkness in two, it makes me shiver.
Off in the distance is another storm I'll have to weather,
but it's okay I'm a striver.
Because if I catch even a glimpse of that beauty,
I can stand though even the strongest storms.

Slit the veins of truth,
see all of our ugliness
spill from this society.

That stole my youth,
as darkness hit my eyes
with fear and anxiety.

Please end all of this grief
and let's show loveliness,
maybe live in coalescence.

Our lives are rather brief
so can't we all be allies,
Isn't love life's essence?

Pushed over your boiling point, when the water finally hurts the ones you love.
When your fight or flight holds you at knifepoint, trailing you along with a push and a shove.
What is your response to such a statement, surely you still have your morals.
Is your humanity also in need of a reinstatement.
I never thought I'd see the fall of Humanity, as my thoughts step warily on syllables.
Scared to cause a sound, I need to remain not found.
Because any man is far scarier after the fall of humanity.

Stolen from the light,
Trapped among the night,
Everything's flight or fight,
Everything's just out of sight,
We all face the struggles of trying to get it right.

We fail life's great expectations
As we doubt our own thoughts
Falling short because of all these
Limitations and hesitations

I start to ponder the grim
On particularly slow days
That if I can't be here to stay

Just thinking with a simple whim
That the sun will still shine it's rays
Life would go on If I were to die today

Up above and far away
Is where I wish to go
Not in this burning astray
Stuck turning into snow
But guess I'll keep my hopes high
While I get lost amongst the sky

Living in only a miniscule millisecond
then of the universe's forever lasting life,
receiving all tortures just as reckoned
for where we are has so much strife.

Before your neurons can even fire
or your brain could process anything,
It's too late to save this situation so dire
and keep this soul you're worshiping.

Thinking I have made the best moves
keeps me in an unmoving progression,
of attempting recovery on ground lost
from precipitous decisions I've chosen.

Trying my best yet nothing improves
since I still haven't given a confession,
the one that I'm alive but at what cost
till I do I shall remain forever frozen.

So won't something, anything,
motivate this stalemate I'm in.

When it's been pouring heavy all day
then this feeling comes and always befuddles.
A couple cuts to make demons obey
rather I should jump in some muddy puddles.

When happy endings aren't in surplus
Because some people will lose I suppose
I'll start to question my purpose

Selflessness comes from sacrificing
Your time and your best effort
You don't think you just do
And you do because you care
For you care about their well being
So that they might live a little easier
Because life's really hard by ourselves
And It means so much when someone is selfless

Struggle awake, restless eyes.
Arms begin to shake, fix on my disguise.
Walk beneath my toes, legs attempt to fall.
Tired of thinking If anyone really knows, giving up on it all.
Talk though half spoken words, treat your ears to all my lies. Seems as if everyone is sharpening their swords, even still laughter flies. Exhausted from being, wanting to fade away. Questioning what I'm feeling, before what I'm feeling sways. Engulfed by my bed, left to be forgotten.
Except for the voices in my head, because in the inside I'm rotten. Close my eyes for the final time, my tune has chimed for my
sleepless eternity

Whether if they're easy
or perhaps only cloudy,
yet still persists the possibility
some consumed of immobility.