Ingrained is my reality?
I lose it all the time
There's someone here who's not quite me
My heart ain't worth a dime

My fear is not of consequence
It never really stayed
This vivid heart is on the fence
So many times, betrayed

Am I content with all I lose--
When I just play it cool?
I live a Life I should not choose
For that, I am a fool

I do so much imagining
Yet, where do I return?
Just what does this intention bring...
...When I cannot discern?

So quickly, I had sold my heart
My patience practiced me
Is what I'm writing truly art
Or, all which I can't see?

My Sleeping Beauty never wakes
And soon, I will recall:
I know this much, we both are fakes
We never feel at all...

You crawl beneath my timid heart
Deploying those feeble desires
I speak with vivacious eloquence
But, I have not changed my reasoning--

Or, lack there of

I dive, head-strongly, into the same folly
Dreaming dreams I've halfheartedly dreamed before
With vehemence as my blind witness:
I stab at the sands, to search for sentiment

Or, lack there of

[The sentiment I had unnervingly hurled into the sea]
There is nothing to gain from this redundant Intention
Crestfallen, it follows me, with all of my lost chances
And, I have Run...out of places to peddle my Love

Or, lack there of...

It took three years to bury myself
Amidst the reckless notions of preservation
But, I wrapped up my distress, deeply within my skin
Writing the answers on my hand, and forgetting that they were there

I bathed in spite, three times-a-day
And, ran from sober thoughts:
To build a persona, an alter ego
Then, to remember what I had forgotten

I live in my imagining--
The present is much too distraught
So, I fall off of the cliff, with Epimetheus
Until my heart is plundered by a fleet of Visigoths

There are skeletons, pumping through my veins
Though, I pretend they're gone--
I hear my conscience screaming at me
So, I put the cork back in the bottle...

"Let's drink to forgetting while losing our heads
Let's die on the highway, and live in our beds"

We gambled with Reason, and lost every bet
There's much to remember, and more to forget

In time, Love allured me through all of my doubt
But when my mouth opens, will daggers come out?

I fell for a dreamer, and She fell for me
But, we're just pretending that we will be free

Bright green, like my envy: Her eyes pierced my heart
We wrote Masquerading, and sold it as art

Of all of my demons, I miss Her the most
Let's drink to pretending there's something to toast...

Her heart is unobtainable
She haunts me in my sleep
My will is not sustainable
There's nothing left to keep

I've seen Her in my better dreams
But, they're too far away
At night, Her livid heart still screams:
'Why can't you let me stay?!'

I feel Her still, aside my brain
She's trying to get in
I'll lose my mind if she'll remain
So, don't let Love begin

I crumble, deep inside this text
My heart's a bitter crutch
When all I know is quickly vexed
I treat my dreams as such...

I left my heart in the sand
On a beach, named Weirs
With a plight of distaste
And, a demon for every freckle on Her face...