paint revealed by wallpaper torn,
layers of peeling; the
faded adorn—a story of life.

joy, of accomplishment and
new beginnings.
children born, playing,
growing up—growing old.
past scars distant
memories; misplaced, obliterated—
by time reduced to dust.

a home
buried beneath the earth,
its walls no more.
the vessel shattered, decaying
stories lost, forgotten,
the curse of mankind’s
living.

you want me when you can't have me
but you could care less when I'm actually free

When we talked, it was with ease, a breezy air
and now you really don't seem to care
you're just using me and it's so unfair

You used to show me how to be myself
Now who do I go to to cry out for help?
This is worse than being put on the shelf.

oft' to myself i do inquire
what tis' my goal in life
Do i inspire
A dying soul
To rekindle it's fire?

Does my example lead that someone
Whose hopes have slipped away
And the fathers still grieving for their sons
Who despised whatever they'd say

What future lies farther ahead me
Yet what past hides behind my feet
Did my actions that many they did see
Splatter crimson upon my white sheet?

Did the lies that i said so convincing
Cause a blind soul to fall to their grave
Or the vices i shared so addicting
Lock salvation's key deep in a cave

Was the truth that i laughed at so quickly
Nothing more than another's last chance
As i mocked at the warnings so sickly
While i drunkenly twirled life's long dance

So the lesson my heart yearns to tell you
I do try with my best to impart
Ask your soul so deceiptful oh please do
Search your inner self question your heart

Do my actions help others run farther
For the goal at their feet once did lay
Did my pushing them make it even harder
For their tired eyes to see peace some day???