I am alone in this struggle.
It is because of intuition I am here.
Perhaps the future is so dim I cannot see.
Saddened by this lack of motion, I float gently.
Belonging nowhere, yet wanting to go home.

My own reflection is the testament of grief.
The mindset isn't whole, though it streams parallel to this situation.
The sickness stems from regret.
Why do I continue through the madness,
jaded and engulfed by desperation?

I wish it were as easy.
Just to sit in this room.
No one able to trick me.
Not a single false thought.

I don't want to exist.
Every fiber of my essence would just simply disappear.
Not a single person would frown, all of the injustices would still be.
Though, tomorrow would act like nothing happened.
Even continue without.

I wish to be dead, long ago.
Before growing up, and getting old.
The only time I feel worthy, is when i'm asleep.
And, the questions are riddled with contradiction.

It really is a shame.
Seeking through life for something genuine.
We all put up a front, acting like it's what we want.
Tricking others into thinking we are legitimate.
In the end, we're just using devilish-wit.

To go through the motions, is to be jaded.
Feeling like "death", but also wearing a disguise.
A colorful universe hidden behind frightful eyes.
Why is it so difficult to just find a reason?
Is there purpose in all of this abstract?

It's like gambling.
We get a taste of it once in our life.
Viciously, we want it again.
That one connection.
To another sad soul.

Sheltered under a tree of naivety.
Family failing to exist.
Each eye gazing above.
Dwarfed by clouds of misfortune.

Little flower holding on tight.
Doesn't seem to surrender without a fight.
Trickling leaves brush away.
Thunderous roar, bark decays.

Swarling winds with cyclones around.
Dancing words twist profound.
White fades to black.
Situation echos something nil.
Ending with a concussive shock.

Hands retrieve a golden watch.
Time sits still, unwilling to move.
Though, it's over; it's nothing new.

Argument interrupts tranquility.
Child left speechless, wondering "why?"
Shadows doom them all.
Together they cry.

Sometimes, I still see you.
A beauty lost to the deep snow.
Someone colder than winter itself.
Benevolent was the warmth brought.
Sinister as confidence was broken.
But, it's a mystery now.
Everything, unspoken.

Violent waves crash ashore;
in this dream I cannot tell what is real anymore.
I see a figure standing ten feet tall;
the moon obstructed by a beastly maw.

Murmuring questions with a sleepy tongue;
answers haunted me in grim return.

Lobotomizing the entirety of my mind,
the feral creature only spoke with shapes and rhyme.

Poised before me was a legendary hunter.
A ghastly dire-beast, who could tear the world asunder.

Sporting a melancholic expression;
he opens the sealed mouth with a deadly suggestion.
His gums bleeding from pale infection.
Sourcing the problem I ache with poor digestion.

Unable to sniff out sustenance,
his own life-force is leading him astray.
In this nightmare; guilt turns night to day.
Lost in the dark the hunter cannot pray.

Mustering the strength, I mend his pain.
Reaching into the gnarly abyss;  
pulling out something of a shame.
Rapturing open wounds; I am fearful of blame.

Crying with a grisly howl.
I am becoming apart of the beast;
and the hunter becomes infused within.
A ritual complete.

The fabric of reality dissipates as the moon weeps.
I rejoice with newly kindled vigor as I exit this plane of existence.
Exalted I am, now I rest my troubled mind.
May this prolific dream endure all of time.

Swirling around like a broken fog,
dawn arrives just as we lay.
Like a pestering fiend that is sickened with rage,
a halo of gnats engulf the brave.

Cracking the shadow with bold light,
towering cascade in full flight.
A whip of leather collides *******,
forever to work a tireless sap.

Circlejerking the popular opinion,
regurgitating a thoughtless wave.
Singular one stands among such naive,
afraid of the horde which boosters no rhyme.

Squalor bred from the hive mind,
together they run from crime.
Think on your own,
sanguine freedom will chime.