A forgotten hope,
A love that must not be woke,
I wish to forget,
That love i once felt.

It hurts to tell you why,
But this love simply cannot die,
I try and I try and I try,
But the world is cruel and dark inside.

So lest we foretell,
I’m under you spell,
You don’t want me,
I understand why,
For cruelty and love lay side by side.

So I beg you please,
That you approach with ease,
For every time you meet my eye,
My heart simply dies.

Once there lay a blatant fool,
Wandering the abyss,
The never ending darkness,
Consuming all.

It’s reckless hands they do caress,
Trick the eye into seeing beyond illusion,
Illusion be but the light,
The epitome of the inner sanctum of night.

A feeling.
A feeling that will not leave.
It stays, it lingers, it grows,
It holds you, it takes you, it breaks you.

You fall, collapse, entrapped by its grasp,
You cannot help but wear that deadly mask.
Those emotions you once held dear soon disappear,
Those things that once made you break you.

You cannot stop,
You cannot go,
Just stuck in the middle,
Just wanting someone to know.

So you choose to drink and forget,
So you drink and regret,
Let a cascade of human emotions unfold,
Let yourself become alone.

Most do not understand,
Most think you are mad.

But they do not see,
They are just blind,
They don’t realise,
You’re just broken inside.

Lurking in the shadows,
Forsaken vows, broken promises,
The things we hold,
Cold, empty carcasses,
Given life by ourselves,
Draining us of our humanity.

We are but wandering dependant bodies,
Dependant on ourselves,
Surrounded by entities,
Valued more than anything else.

A system destined for desolation,
One that tricks us out of isolation,
Look past what surrounds you,
Try and see something else,
You’ll find nothing matters,
You are created to be,
Placed upon a crimson soil,
Burning away at your feet.

No purpose, no identity,
nothing to hold on too indeed,
Drowning in the thick of it,
Consumed by what we should be,
Valuing things that should not be,
Cutting into our humanity,
Like a butchers knife into meat,
Bit by bit we bleed,
Till there is nothing left,
And all there is to see,
Is what could have been.

That europhoric entropy,
The blissful treachery,
That one feels,
When intoxicated.

That surge that fills you,
The pain that leaves you,
Drown in it all,
Smother yourself and fall,
Love it all,
Hate it more.

How do you fall with grace?
Is not falling but a dismal disgrace?

When you fall,
You don’t sing in solemn muse,
No it’s a vocal chord strained,
An out of tune guitar,
Played by a child,
And that’s only the start.

The world rises,
It expands
It grows
As you keep sinking deeper,
Quick sand beneath your feat,
Fighting to free yourself,
Soon to find yourself consumed.

The consumed rise,
What once shone light,
Is in eclipse,
Blocking out its radiant rays,
Displacing the golden touch,
The gentle finger of transparency,
Beautiful,
The trees but smiling in animated,
Solace,
Did the light one touch,
Wither away now it does,
The flowers sulk,
Fall into a melancholy only know to man,
That beauty that once fulfilled them,
Drains into winters shores.

A rupture in my heart,
The forever aching parts,
A colosal chain reaction,
Those aches cannot be retracted.

The cosmos, the stars, the sky,
Non of it meant anything when I was by your side

That ended when you died.
You couldn’t help but make me cry.

Trying to forget,
That you were the best,
I guess all is left,
Is for me to say goodbye.

The life you live is but a lie.
An iniquitous mind,
A cataclysmic sign.

You know why you do it,
You know that you lie,
You know it’s delinquency every time.

But is it so nefarious to lie?
I only do it to be liked,
I desire to be loved,
So I cry.

Trying to find a way to get by,
Screaming out for someone to mind,
For being alone is an anguish on the soul,
A soul looking for a home,
Amoungst those that do not know,
That really you’re just alone.

Would they hate you,
Berate you,
Best you down with their scorning cries,
If they knew what was happening inside?

That’s why I lie,
That’s who I am,
It is my reality.

So please forgive me,
Love me,
Don’t make me hide,
I just need someone to confide in,
And tell me it’s all going to be alright.

A deep tranquility rests,
On the depth of ocean floor,
Destitute tropes of forgotten lore,
Unimagined wholesome tears,
A trepidation breaking into isometric crates,
Soliloquy identity is the only resume.

Only when rooted veins get stripped from skin,
Delved from flesh sinking sin,
For darkened nightshade permeates the iridescence,
With tearing clouds of reminiscent melodic pleasures.

Lonely nights become a tangible entity
That lurks upon the edge of night tremored beds.
The promise of potential draws a close,
Curtains strained, contemplate alone.

A conscientious troubling vestment,
Caused by an arrogant caked resentment,
Through words that do not press,
Statued by most ignorant jests.

Language decreed to fragmentary letters,
But a vessel to help forget;
The self-loathing that never subdues,
Reflect upon those uprooted veins,
The bearer of bad news.

Take one last look,
At that solemn face,
Remember what it used to make.

The joys,
The smiles,
The conversations that stretch for miles.

Take one last look,
Recall all that happened,
And you find a tear somewhat beside you.

For happiness is only temporary,
Loneliness is certain,
Those thoughts in your head,
Well,
They’re your burden.

Take one last look,
For you mistook,
This world for something else.

You thought it was blissful,
You thought it was tranquil,
But now you can’t understand it,
You can’t demand of it,
You’re enslaved by it,
Those chains tie you down,
Till you become part of the ground.

Take one last look,
That’s all you need,
To say your farewells,
And proceed somewhere else.

Loitering in perpetual motion,
Corroding into the world,
A crossroad never to be turned,
A path no one has took,
Yet one mistook,
How can one get lost,
In a place no one looked?