Keeping my composure with a
Composition pad.
I'm committed to compassion
And I'm passionately sad.
I'm competing with competitors
That show no competition.
My work ethic is persistent,
All my wisdom blocks the ignorance.
But I can't stay that optimistic and
Surrounded by indifference.
The injustice is indignant.
See, my mind can tell the difference.
With all the hate I be deflecting,
And my love they stay rejecting,
I'm simply drifting in the mist of
This.
The mystery of wishfulness;
It glistens and it whistles so blissfully,
But licorice
Is sweeter than the outcome of
Me laughing while I slit my wrists.
But not as bitter as a Hell on earth. I
Step on dirt and cigarettes--
Disgust me much, but marijuana
Seems to bring deliverance.
See, Mary wanna be a ******.
Joseph is so sick of this.
I'm praying to my God regardless,
Let Him add his finishes.
Can't stay here long, I got to go,
I swear, I'm getting rid of this.
These ain't tears that's on my cheeks
Love, see, these the roads of distances.
Let's not settle out our differences.
Should've settled all my dividends.
I should be held and given kisses
*****,
Not accused of having mistresses.
My love is warm, my soul is kind,
And yet my heart receives these
Hits so brisk.
Maybe if I bleed out by the end,
They'll finally miss the kid.

My purpose in life is to
Disappoint others.

Starting with God, mother,
Friends, and then lovers.

I would never feel bad
Because these are my intentions.

Before you watch a movie,
***** look at the discretion.

Something rated R: too rude,
Raw, risky?

I come to interrupt, and I
Do it so swiftly.

How could you ever hate me,
With a heart like this?

How could you ever hate me,
With a charm like this?

I'm just doin' what I do.
You know love is just a game.

I be makin' all the moves.
And *****, you just got played!

***** in my veins
Replace the blood
In my neck.
I bet,
You'll forget
Everything that I
Meant...
To you.

And I feel that it's true.
As if sections of the
Sky
Can't remember the moon.

Everything that I do
Is embedded in cement.
Forget me, cause in death,
I'll forget what I left.

Terror drips inside
And out of my mind,
The shivers of death
Crawl up my spine.
The path of reality is
Distant and fine.
The shadows of fear
Drowning my eyes.

In the back of my mind,
Fear never sleeps.
I'm taken to islands where
Bodies do reek.
Where bodies do reek
And flesh seems to seep,
Into the sand,
So cryptic and deep.

In the back of my mind,
Fear never rests.
Demons have clung
To the space in my head.
Sleep is a must and yet
I regret,
'Cause the terrrors I have
Are undying deaths.

Honestly,
How could
Honesty
Ever possibly be the best
Policy
When complications
In democracies
Simply prove we disregard
Philosophies.

To disregard all
Philosophies
Is just another form of our
Self-oppression.
****** tongues spill
Atrocities,
And we disguise it as some sort of
Self-expression.

Are we self-expressed
Or are we fraudulent?
I heard that honesty is
All we crave and yearn.

But that's not the case
Because the truth can hurt.
Just watch honesty hit its
Path and burn.

And with the cash we earn
And clean air we kiss,
You would think we all
Are kinda feeling blessed.

We have reckless flesh
And lack small regrets
Yet expect nothing less
Than restful deaths.

And with restful deaths,
We have veins of steel
That are only melted by
The coldest flames.

And like the bread of life,
We do not share a slice,
Even though the end ensures
We give back grains.

So I suppose we're selfish,
In a sense sometimes.
Say, simply
Sincerely
Sinister.

We're here on earth
As just visitors, all
Sealing life with
Cheap signatures.

In my dreams, I always hide and I shut
Them doors tight
Because it feels like I might die in the
Next fortnight.

These apocalyptic thoughts don't
Strike me as a trend.
I feel grief during rest, contemplating
How it ends.

Not complex as the monsters or the
Boogeyman in closets.
But as simple as rusty water dripping
From the faucet.

It's the everyday things that seem to
Cause the most pain.
It's a concept: You can slaughter or
You can be slain.

Danger drifts through the air as
Polluted molecules.
So fear clings to my flesh, rooted in
My follicles.

See, the deadline on life has no real
Estimation.
So every street, every pavement feels
Like my final destination.

Focus on something
Bigger than "life,"
All your negativity just
Triggers your strife.
The smallest of pain calls for the
Biggest of knives.
Ungrateful and creating these
Figment of lies.

You point all these fingers
They're pointing right back.
Reflections show truth,
There's things that you lack.

Always complain like they're
Hating on you.
Been there and done that, see
The blame is on you.

You been on my mind heavy, but
I gotta let you go.
You're a ghost now.
Stop appearing in my dreams, doing
Shows.
I'm not very entertained. I am
Actually afraid. And if I knew where
It was at, I think I'd come right to
Your grave,
And ask you to knock it off,
Since you never said goodbye.
You don't got the right to pop up in
My head by surprise. And
You don't pay enough rent in the
Depths of my mind
To think that that's where your final
Legacy should reside.
I have now fallen in love with a woman
Who breathes air.
She's got blood in her veins and
Doesn't cause me despair.
She's more than just a picture of the
Capture of a stare.
But why tell you this? You'd just say
You do not care.
But this is vital information, that you
Really need to hear.
I don't wanna close my eyes, fall
Asleep, and you appear.
I loved you in the past and I'll always
Love you, dear.
But the wrath of your absence can't be
Something that I fear.
Of course, I'd like to close this off with
Something great.
But I'll have to end it abruptly.
Something much like your fate.
And I hope that in death, you resist
To give hate.
And I hope that you can leave me
Alone with a clean slate.

You stab me with the
Dagger of betrayal,
And expect me to stand
With my back towards the pain,
Holding tears in my hand.

I don't understand

Never will I allow it.
That's not how this goes.
I'll let my tears glide to the
Same place my shed blood
Seems to flow.

And then maybe you'll see.
Yes, maybe you'll learn
To not throw fire and flames
And still question my burns.

Our burns, if you think.
That's if, you're thinking
Forever.
Could you withstand such burns
In all kinds of weather?

With temperatures dipping, then
Rising sky high.
Would you still show the same care
As I do when I cry?

No, you would not.
You can't withstand such things.
If you were me, you'd complain
That it stings.

That it stings, that it burns.
That you bruise to the touch.
If you were me, you'd feel
You're never enough.

Mind deprived of

Its fine design.

Blood that spills like
The reddest wine

Has no time
To be refined.
I love, I live,

I simply dine on
Lies.

Terrible, treacherous
Odor of past,
Clings to my shadow
And follows me fast.

Follows me fast so
Swift I must run.
But running, I slip
On a puddle of ***.

Puddles of ***?
It should've been whiskey.
The flavor of risk
Does more than just fit me.

I slip and I slide
And glide with a pain,
A pain now acquainted
With alcohol stains.

Alcohol stains don't
Pester me much.
The color of bleach
Delivers a rush.

So faint and so white.
And coating my throat.
Not reaching my blood
Since I always choke.

Wrists are abused with
Tools in the shed.
Nothing to lose,
I be playing with death.