I see a ransacked carcass
It’s not bleeding or writhing, it doesn’t even disintegrate
It lies
And lies while standing
Allowing itself to be ****** into the dullest void
It’s own life.

There is nothing more pathetic then a blind visionary
With a compass and a map
dumb and pestilent its eyes roll into its head and stare at the GRAY ******* MATTER inside
The mountain is in front of it
but it will never see the view

darkness sets in but it’s morning.
No ones sees the death.
No one rolls their eyes back around.
They all die alone in a forest full of people.

I want to light this flame again
Joyously rekindle my tiny hope
That one day we retry what happened when
I looked into love’s kaleidoscope

It could never be exactly the same
Without warming those frozen decembers
Just like a fire, with no similar flame
We could never retrieve these dying embers

give me a man willing and devoted
ill crush him so his loves demoted
render me a hope and find it maimed
lost for good, thought not where I had aimed
unashamed
so proclaimed,
by the loser of the dreams

destained to walk the earth
giving in to loves new birth
kiss it bye for its all forsaken
and see it go, its already taken
strongly shaken
always mistaken,
this is the killer of the dreams

a new year comes full of hope
no shame could be washed away by soap
itself is so warped and harshly distorted
and no sings of love may be rewarded
possibilities aborted
new leaf contorted,
for the spoiler of the dreams

make up could never transform this face
so false emotion has to fill up and it’s space
the others look on never knowing
while she holds them up their hearts are growing
smiles a glowing
keeps on going,
secretly I am the builder of their dreams.

Paces, paces, paces
Oh, the heart, it seems it races
While the secretest of laces lie beneath her clothes

If I could tell them the rocks I turn them to
When loud commotion start a hectic running war,
I grab, I throw, restock as the fighters do
Watching them hurl to the ground as mine beating, tore.
Where ever stepped on, these certain tiles will break,
One path is my home, God, I can not hold
Twisters and questions commence upon the shake
On ward! they call, where is the force to be bold?
No two sided blade as this was ever so fatal
Thus up pours the light blood from this narrow transaction
Bandage, if found my dear wanted Excalibur cradle
Rocks would soon fall and let my agony fraction
So come rubble, gather, and produce me mine sword
This one to mend cuts, a love of such needed rewards.

What about the "I Don't Knows"?
while the others are marching on
left alone
left behind
left in the under toes
where do the grays stand upon?
while black and white stand above
answers trickle away from their fingers
questioning life
questioning us questioning love
why are the confused the only that linger?
while shuddering breath
crushes certainty
crushes ignorance
crushes death