All is quiet in the house. Your slumber is almost the loudest voice in my head.
I can only sit idly by and watch faceless creatures of my rage battle with no armor.
Reaching outward, spinning within,
I grasp at letting go.
All I know is something I treasure, yet wish to lose.
Empty pockets don’t drop many coins.
Eternity taunts my limited time ticking without a halt towards a future that ceases to exist.
Faith in lack seems to be all we’re granted.
The riddler laughs at my fate.
Surrender to this cruel joke is all I can do within its confinement.
The escape route has a road block, and armed guards ordered to shoot on sight.
Every pleasure is lined with thorns and ***** my weakened hands.
Alone is all we can ever be.
The gift of senses is our curse in this nightmare dressed as enchantment.
Wolf in sheep's clothing, he nips at my ankles.
If I stumble I lose a foot,
If I fall I lose my life.
Buried amongst the leaves is my hope to comprehend.
But no knowledge can ever cut through these chains that bind my ability to be free.
My tears contain my rage,
my rage contains my innocent notion that drives me to madness.
The simple yearning to love without condition, to touch without getting burned.
Where did goodness lose the battle?
Eve ate the fruit that grants her breath, birthing her condemnation.
No handbook to guide us.
No map to get us through this maze.
We cannot know what kills us till we die.
This utopia has no order.
No leader.
no captain at the helm.
So many souls lost at sea, until the waves break their vessels and swallow their strength to persevere.
I ache to be a shepherd without consequence.
It's hard to stand on broken limbs.
The pain is all that cradles my fall.
Hush little baby, don't say a word when you're mockingbird cannot fly.
The dish ran away with the spoon,
The little girls laughs as I eat with my hands.

My art in your surrender is to take your knees.
You can’t stand being with me after all.
Deception dances on the edges of my hate filled smile.
Eyes like snakes, they charm you,
as their shadows cast haunting images on the walls.
My slices are delivered with a dull knife,
they never do completely heal.

I'm running out of rocket fuel
Otherworldly atmosphere within me is diminishing rapidly
I lose my interstellar breath
How have I not acclimated yet?
My gills are slow at developing
I swallow mad gulps of this dense ether
I call home on the shawty makeshift devices I scramble to construct
It's a weak faint signal at best
Transmission is a broken morse code
Occasional flashes come through
A glimpse of a faint remembrance of my origin
I know you're out there somewhere

Your wild announcement made my **** turn black,
diarrhea is a welcomed release.
Your cheap knock of billboards don't even sell crack to a ******.
The term wolf in sheep's clothing can't apply when your carcass is decomposed to the stench beyond revival stage you're at.
Vultures are setting down their dinnerware

Peeling off layers of you, my skin is raw and exposed. Your touch has burned its way into my bones. I’d need an amputation to remove you.
My eyelids seared your face into the backs of them, I cannot shut you out.
My fists clench your remains with a state of rigamortis. They died the day I let go of your grasp.
The hollow in my chest echoes a beat my heart stopped making. The rhythm, once a record played, is now scratched and skipping tracks.
My head is full of cobwebs, where you spun your trap. I sit and wait for you to come to consume me once again.
My tongue just tastes the sweat of my defeat. To be swallowed by you is written on my tomb.
The decay inside this absence rotts my remains. But so did living in the light of your magnetic gaze. For it only lasted as long as I painted to your preference.
The scenes of me would flicker across your face. Your disapproval was the day turning to night. The kind that's haunted with a fright that steals a soul.
I move my legs towards the door, broken and gimping, I keep turning around to see you.
Standing there waiting with a knowing I can’t escape.
I wrote of you with permanent marker on the chalkboard. It can never be wiped clean. I have to write over you, again and again, as It scrambles the clarity of each new word.
I do my wash in your well and can't get the smell out of my clothes. It's musty allure stings my nose with each inhale.
You left your potion on my nightstand, I’m addicted to its intoxication. Only your alchemy can produce such a brew. This detox is as fruitless as the indulgence, as this ambiguity cannot be cured.
The magnitude of you shrinks my size to nothing. When you wrap me in your vines, I am a giant who falls from heights.
The ground is where you catch me, and my climb begins again.
I keep running towards the day I left behind.

I don't fit into your shadow box.
I’m stifled by its restraint.
Fill your stage with fiery beasts,
and my opportunity to be your hero arises.
When I slay what you present,
it only feeds the belly of what's to become
Naked is where I found you, laying at my feet
Words of lost love dripping from your lips
It feels like hell to be in your heaven
The days never slip away
Yesterday is slumped in the corner, 
desperate for my gaze
Tomorrow runs in circles around me.
with feverish frenzied screams
You held me with hello
now you claw at my goodbye
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I’m the last thing you ever wanted and the first you ever chose.
The warm place that draws you in, and the hot fire that brands your distaste
I’m everywhere you look, but nowhere to be found
Because to seek me out would lead you to the truth
Dangling on the edge of you, I watch my lights grow dim
I’m your destination, but never your journey
You close my box and tighten the bow, but won't give me away
On the shelf I sit another day
I'm the cause and the solution for all your ills
You're the monkey that won’t jump onto my back
Our vines they wind up opposing branches
Growing farther is our grasp at holding on.