No one likes to live with regrets.
So let us tell people,
How much they mean
To us,
Before they're dead.

Louder
Louder
Louder!
I hear them
Fierce clashing of swords
The constant fighting
The agony, the cries
The men.
Give a moment
For explosions
In the sky
As sprouts of blood
From open wounds
Make their way outward
Seemingly…
Vanishing.

There’s something about
The night
Especially around
10pm
The tranquility
Makes everything seem
Loudest
The war begins…
It draws closer
Louder
Louder
Louder!
You hear them
again…
Regrets
Disappointments
And
Everything that’s caught
In-between.
There’s a war
And
It’s raging on
It’s raging on
The venue?
My head.

Walked to my window
Saw the lights
Of the
Street
Buildings
And said:
“I’ve never raised a sword to ****
yet, here I am, fighting again”
In a moment of peace
My eyes met
A field of grass
Moving so
Effortlessly
In the wind
Without a care in the world
I smiled.
Feeling a
Bit
Jealous.

never did fancy crowds
nor did I understood
those people who
did it all
for attention.
more of the
introverted type
would be fitting
to describe my soul.
never what I seem...
people often think
he's to a fault
"inhospitable..."
it's just a reaction
I guess...
to my problem
with crowds.
In a room with
1
  2
3
or more,
watch as I
shiver,
feel the eyes,
create stories
become
a bottle
that has lost
it's cap
at the end of
a table
with an
unavoidable
touch
beginning to
t i p
       o
          v
             e
               r
as all anxieties
present themselves
on the

f   l   o   o   r

fascinating
I find
how some can be
surrounded by people
yet still
feel
so
unbothered.