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when nothing is left

i won't tell you what i'm about to do

forever that feeling of spent

indecisions clouded with tunnel vision, funneled down to one last thought

it boomerangs back to me.  the rest scatter, like from a catapult

locked in a blanket of fog.  a frozen state.  blood red stains

i think about fate

oh god please help me this soul is beginning to bleed

fear is spreading through me.  my mind cannot rest

paranoia follows me around,  like some kind of pest

i've fallen out of place.  i have lost all my grace

i can't remember myself.  i can be replaced

i have no good memories,  all has gone blank

A BLUE SHADE OF SICKNESS

is what causes the pain

it won't even wane,  won't go the **** away

death haunts me,  like screams from a nest

pistol in my grip, on my lip so it rests

to decide not to stay or to live in this place

it's just too hard to scream, without a face

i step into the void, to escape all of the noise

because, when it all turns to black, there is no turning back
i begin to write to settle my mind at times throughout my life. this one was the start of it all, 30+ years ago. the title has never changed but has been rewritten a few times as i grew as a writer. i actually had a lot of fun pulling this one out and giving it its final edit.
well, the cat is now out of the bag,

and now there are worms crawling everywhere?
why turn that frown upside down,

allow your tongue to turn that frown, inside out
i lose it everyday

somewhat different, but always the same

as uneasy as this sounds, i am forever up and never down

without my emotions to deaden the blows, will i pull through this,

nobody knows?

i bury myself deep In disguise, suppress all that i feel and then close my eyes

memories die, as i say goodbye, leaving me blank and unoccupied

i'm losing my mind, it slips away with the time

but the farther i fall, the higher i climb
a perfectly wrecked *******

somewhat of a misdirected reject

you better warn her
about what hits around the corner

cause when you're with me
you'll never believe

that three lefts do make a right
that you will see

it's far from alright
that you better believe

don't start to cry
it's sort of a contorted ride
so let's give it a try
drive this dislocated soldier
to somewhere else deep inside

don't run from me
please don't flee to break free
but it hurts my self esteem
to see you leave, so quickly

so i'm not your cup of tea
but i think that we both agree
to cut that fu'cker down like a tree
and live the rest of life as a stump
just another amputee
i don't boastfully blow my own trumpet,

but you're so envious, you just don't get it yet
my purpose in life
is to spend all my time
thinking of you
all of the time

forever you're perched
inside of my mind
there you reside
all of the time

i have finally found
my purpose in life
left lost gazing
into your alluring eyes
years later, i still think of you
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