Concrete Jungle Exposed my nature
Such beauty can only play one role
In a culture so fragile my fait had already been sold
To men with money and the materialistic beating heart I found myself so fond
Large houses fast cars so old and me so young
But possibility only limited to what I was willing to do
And so I would never do a documentary for there's something so dangerous about my truth
Sentences foreboding the whereabouts of those financial emperor's with secrets kept tightly diamonds in a fist
bleeding superiority into my bed drained of financial safety through my fatal transactions
Objectified by the bankers so my malevolence is unforseen
So silent in how I claw fortune, through the rabbit hole of love
Desperate and rich they see me as a one night freak until I steal their possessions and they lose possession of me
Easy obtain but so hard to keep hold
The only boy in business
Who kept the house, the keys and stayed bought,
never sold

Such was blue sea under black sky
Crescent in today's time
14 to 1 was the black rose I gifted
But that poison was mislead and never intended
The pain struck an arterie but my bullets always come back around
Maybe that's why I suffer for so much longer or at least that's what I'm told
Now I'm starved of oxygen such was my deprivation of friends
I couldn't escape so instead I made an exit through the whole in your heart and took out those by your side
This sadness is Unrequited for I made a villain out of me
It's a shame to say that I did break so now I cry silently because I lack the luxury to be free such like the one you write
The inescapable fait I now understand so well you a writer foreshadowing my failure and ultimate demise
I was a poet who chose battles so my death was no surprise

To he honest I'm pretty ******* tired of being on my own
Im not really
But still my lack of love makes me angry
Yet I'm Y
               oU
                    N
                        g
That's what everyone else says anyway
Still I'm crazy and no longer problematic
Happy but never enough to prevent sadness
Out to most but still hiding from the majority
Avoiding the conflict I once used to untimely cause and angry at my protagonistic temperament
Raising it's head once in a foreign land
But it didn't last long because previous pain is still there
The oppositions have since dropped from the ceiling to an unknown cause but my webs are still in position camping out in the corner
a silk prospector expressing only malevolent intent
Never really meaning and now that im controlling the pain it's hard to admit, but there's part of me that still reigns in the areas of that room
Skulking through the tears usually my own labelled jester for those on that egotistical throne
So maybe my confidence flickering and unnerving, split between the characters I get to play between the seasons is one of the significant catalysts and thousands of reasons that I'm now on my own
everyone an opposition on my radar
the choice,
to be a villain for the people of my past or be trampled over by those in my present, an insight into my future.
That's if I make it because my obvious disdain is a recognizable trait like my unbearing love and attraction for Unrequited beauty and my I'll advised impulse to avoid the problem
                     make a list of all my excuses
           And Run to the next person most likely to become my biggest predator when I unfurl infront my secrets and ambitions secret Acts of betrayal while on independent side missions
    Diagnosed as ****** and unmedicated
              Mad when alone
    Discontent with my social standing
  And just wanting someone special to.                         bring home

Disembodied, broken like fragments of reality colliding with fear even so far it felt like he was hear haunting me and teasing reminding me of my actions
Instant and unchanging
Harsh and unforgiving
Never having met me but still having all of me
Saved to the cruelty of social contempt
My youth is what he kept..
      Following my struggle he  
                                           Laughed?
                 As
                        I
                             Wept

Teach me that title of melancholia
The feeling of Sadness and consumption of grief
Permeating happiness and purifying madness that bitter taste of melancholia harsh but true