©PmcCoywrites 2019

I don’t need a bed to drift off;
these days to have a nightmare.
I no longer fear the dark.
What terrifies me is the future.
And what it holds in its belly.

Take me aback to the ancient times.
I’m choking with this novel occult;
we all unknowingly belong to.
Where kids are taught evil as good.
And they paint good as evil.

I’m so tired of staying woke.
Let me sleep and be peaceful.
We’ve embraced what will make;
us less human and be super-human.
I’m losing my mind at these thoughts.

They create distractions for innocent children.
Their grips on us so strong.
Yet, the people sing their praises.
While they wallow more in unrecognizable *******.
‘Cause they present their tricks seemingly harmless.

We’re indoctrinated daily.
With their many charming channels;
with which they chain us.
We sell ourselves into slavery.
Even while we live like Freeborn.

The thought of tomorrow;
puts me off the purest ecstasy.
And I sometimes wish I was long gone.
‘Cause there are a million things;
I know I can never change.

©PmcCoywrites 2019

This time,
Not a frog,
Neither is it a Princess.
But, an amazing Angel;
did kiss me.
It felt like heaven held me up by my hands.
And showed me heaven.
This is the hybridization of heaven and earth.
‘Tis a display of celestial;
clapping hands with terrestrial.
It’s nothing but pure heaven.
When I was kissed,
The clouds thundered,
Even the seas roared.
And the wind whispered;
weird mysteries in my ears.
The Angel forgot to fly back.
She wants to stay back.
I didn't see her drop her wings.
I asked her to go see to her things.
I never knew I ruined her emotions.
This became my unforgivable transgressions.
I'll never forget how I felt,
Being kissed by an Angel.

I am heartless.
I am bossy.
I care less.
I am mean.
I treat you like trash.
So you said.
I want to feel culpable.
And say, I am sorry.
But, you pressed the red button;
when you labelled me;
a mistake in your life.
I pinched myself real hard.
To let go the shock.
Yet, you feel no remorse.
You're unrepentant.
And that's the extreme.
I recalled your hurt to you.
You asked me to change the  topic.
I understand it's no longer us,
I use to know.
We seem to ourselves strangers.
I no longer see you.
I see an alien.
Trespassing into my galaxy.
I must save my world.
Before I lose my mind.
Let me lose you.
One for one.
Is far better to losing everything.
I will wipe you off my memory.
You will cease to exist in my mind.
I'll pluck a better flower.
Who will see the good in me.
Who will tell me my acts the minute;
I as a human hurt her.
How can you be so bitter?
Nursing all my hurts from day one.
The times you messed things up,
You dragged your sinister shell;
to seek forgiveness from me.
I never turned you down.
I know I am a ******.
I know I am blunt.
But I am the meekest man;
ever alive on this planet.
Your silence and mischief stinks;
like oko filling ground.
Where passers by find it hard to breathe.
Haven't I lived in that strange strench?
For too long I have tried to breathe.
For this once I have to leave.
I know you've long left me.
You had all your actions in a script.
Before a little oil droplet;
hit the wall of your lamp.
For you to shine the darkest light.
What you seek, you did not find.
What I will be is without you.
I am grateful for your good acts.
The times you acted an angel.
These days you are no better;
than a fallen angel.
Wild and rusty.
You've lost your beautiful wings.
I pray you find what you seek.
I'm sure you'll find your kind.
Because my kind is rare.
Now I am looking back.
Garnering all the fragments;
of our memories to burn them.
Burning these memories;
will pave way for a fresh start.
Than waking the dead long gone.
'Tis like making a fire on the ocean.
'Tis like playing romance with a viper.
Getting stung shouldn't be a surprise.
And I'm no fan of surprises.
I'll burn these memories;
so I can live again.

Burning memories.
The antidote to living again.

©PmcCoywrites 2019

When pain no longer hurts.
When pain becomes sport.
Since times have changed.
So is the man with pain.
Now pain seemed to me like fun.
I gusto and bask in its euphoria.
‘Tis now a mere entertainment.
Instead of tears and screams
I burst out into a baneful laughter.
When pain no longer hurts.

When they drank of the jar for their joy.
Their joy is my pain.
My pain gives them joy.
They sing joyfully of the hurts in my heart.

They make it seem a record breaking.
When it's actually a heart wrecking.
Little did they know the beauty they see,
Is the hurt of a lifetime.

They empty the jar for their joy.
While I feel the cut right deep in my vein.
I lose my last blood.
They give their best applause like a flood.

They get entertained.
In hell I am detained.
I hope I'd survive this bleeding.
And my nightmares don't get to see the day.

They empty the jar for their joy.
Their joy is my pain.
But my pain gives them joy.
I wish I will wake to see it's only a dream.