Look into my eyes.
A storm that no one can see,
An internal battle of good and bad,
And everything in between.
They eat up all the lies,
Not wanting the gifts of truth,
Can you still call someone a friend,
After they slit your throat?
The lost weight doesn't bother them,
A metaphorical approach,
The measurement of time against future,
Of blood against bones.
You have stereotypes of need,
Of how people will behave,
The only battle that matters
Is the war being fought tonight.
The glass is always empty,
But sometimes nearly full,
The poison slips from the tongues of men,
Such deceit set into the child's mind.
Ashes fall from red fires,
Tears dry into the dust,
Finally this world will disappear,
Leaving me in despair.
The loosely thrown compliments,
Melt into the bones of the dead,
And I hope that they hate me enough,
To let my mind fly free.
I yearn to be of freedom,
Of a soul that's not yet broken,
But I fear that it is too late for that,
And that my fate will be destroyed.
Philosophical late night thoughts.