scars cut like roads
that wind around your bones
it was snowing ashes
and your heart was aflame
your tongue grew cold
because you grew silent
your teeth were tired
and your feet ached
you hated your skin
but your eyes dried
and your fingers lay stiff
while the pain carried you away

Redundancy.
I read my words
and I’m sickened,
that you had this
effect on me. I read
them and I’m fatigued
by the redundancy.
I have nothing to say
that hasn’t been said
in the same way
only reconstructed
to better play the illusion
of new ideas and
some sort of change.
There is always the basis
the substance of being
the substance being
my overactive feelings
and constant repression
of what makes me alive—
this feeds the depression
and I cry when I think
and I’m dead when I don’t
I’m lying when I speak
and lying when I don’t
I’m fighting every day
my feelings when I
have them, and finding
every day, I have more than
I can fathom, and I can’t
always put into words
how or why I feel things
so I tend to repeat
what comes naturally
and when I reread
I am exhausted by
my own redundancy.

Did alot of talking when I didn't know how,
I think its about time that I take a listen now,
I use to always think that I was nothing but right,
But now i know I need some silence in life,
Quiet in my mind, quiet in my heart,
Quieting my mouth was the easiest part,
While always speaking I heard nothing new,
So mistakenly I did all I thought I could do,
That was farthest from true and now I know
I've much more to see and alot less to show,
I was tired of here I wanted over there,
I always complained that the world wasn't fair,
Only now after pain can I finally see,
I was always right where I needed to be,
I couldn't wait to get home from the time I was 10,
Only now do I see that's where I've always been,
And silence was key to unlocking happiness,
Just as hurt was essential to reaching all this bliss.

Evil in my head twisting around
Did I drown
    Or did I wet my feet in ******
Blood pouring
  Down the stairway to Heaven
         And into the mouth of an entity
A thirst so unquenchable
     Its no wonder I tend to breathe the other direction
     Because a hint of moisture on my breath would be a warrant for my death
             Dying of thirst
Its not new but the truth doesnt fade
    It keeps on flowing until you cover up its fangs