It was a trackless railway
In the woods
A bit misunderstood
Stripped
Abandoned
And secluded

It was Illusionious
In its imprints

Its indentations
Of footsteps
Intersecting
In sections
With the phantoms
Of past steps

The glints
Of stimuli
Widened my eyes
In My
Accension
From feeble
Mindedness

Suspended

In rhymes
In rows
In times
And places

But this time
It's just different

As I

Blindly
Signed the sky
In denial
Of the price

And paid nothing

I still feel her hand
Removing the ring
Of which I made a bullet
And put it on a string
Rip away if needed
My mere being
On the string
Snapped
And trapped
In the ceiling
Releasing
Everything
But that feeling
Like nothing
Erupting
From my somethings
Slumping through
Creating the me
We never knew
Until all the way through
To the other side
Where I reside
In uncompromising lies
Disguised
As not caring
But my blaring heart
Shines through
Under clouded stars
But to start loving
Just seems too far
To go back
Too much weight
On impact
And I'll collapse
And lapse
My days away
In a lackadaisical haze
Of happiness
Where I'm eventually
Betrayed
And made
To feel
Less
But always
The opportunist
Tuning this
Ruined mess
Into the most
Beautifulest
Beast
I can leash
Until this test
Of heart and mind
Is complete
And the noise
Ceases
In the peace
Of her single image
Serenading me
In eternal sleep
Whispering lovelies
To my being free

Wake me up
Push me out
Take me in
Turn me round
Kick me out again
For another spin
Circle me
Round the town
Turn me on
Take me down
Another road
Shift in tone
Through another zone
Take me back
Home is where the heart is
Get it back
Always hardest
When attacked
Always harvest
The black
From binary asteroids
Baring maps
Staying stoic
Til it circles back
Sum me up
In deeds
Sell me out
To dreams
Just Be
Without me
For a minute
And let me breathe

I don't care to see
The moral stances
From overly sensitive types
With their soft hands
And wisdom-less insight

I don't care to associate
With low impulse cut throats
Who only think of themselves
And shelve their selfish hope
With their greed

I don't do anything
That has me
Relying on a single thing
So i can flee
On the drop of a team
To my door

I'm always going to be
Solo
Leaning on the beam
Of a door
Listening
To whats in store for me

And I don't need to breathe
The ashes of fascists
To know they passed us
For the masses
To caste us
Into flames
As they walk away

And i don't want or need
Anything
Nor anybody
After grumbling it all through
As the truths
Will have me
Setting somebody free
In the violent liberties
Of my profanity

I'm nothing fancy
Just a little bit antsy
And an *******
Frantically feeding his dreams
From the ditches and drains
Of a technological stain
On the land

I pray every morning
With closed eyes
And clasped hands
Without a single god in the sky
But if i can convince
Myself of the lie
Just to get me by
I will be alright
And the guilt wont rewrite
Until tonight
Where i will write it out
Under a single light
From a dreary house

I'm all about
Letting the dogs out to play
And when I'm all out of thirst
I let out the slurs
Of a babbling idiot
Bantering with the fidget
Of ridiculousness
Under the fractal prisms
In which I'm imprisoned
Wishing
I would shut my mouth
Change the channel
Or just close you out

I see the light
I see her coming to
I can feel her smile upon mine
And I can feel her coming through
She can be the light
And she can light the room
The dark dark room
Where soon
So so soon
She will develop in the fluid

Stick a gun to my head
Cover me in gas

Bind my hands
And strike the match

We can share the last laugh
Together

Nothings better
Than nothing to lose

Inscribe it across my tomb

I'm too numb to care
Too dumb to stare into your eyes

Your enemy is mine

And I'm just fine
With dining alone

Just fine with not shining at all

I build the bridge to burn it down
Down so far it erects again

Watch me swim as slow as i can
Inhale the water and rise to land

I'm not the man I think I am

Not the man you think I am

I am merely a middle man
A fish on land

Throw back what you catch
If you can

Soaking wet
With burning hands

Where will you be?
I'll likely be
In my ******.