I've always been the brave one
But when I try to confront you
I can never say the words
That I need to
And there's a reason why
I only call you
Once I've finished
A fifth of ***.

Please Midas,
Take the golden gun
And shove the golden bullet
Right through my golden skin
And tell me a story about
"All that glitters.."

If there's anything in this world
I could make you understand
It would be that
You're nothing special
Like I hoped you'd be.
So please don't take credit
For inspiring my heartbreak;
You really meant nothing
At all.

I wish I could describe love;
Give it a definition
Or some understanding,
But I am so young
And so confused
And all that I know is
My chest hurts
When I think of your voice
And my lips go numb
When I spit your name
And the emptiness hits harder
Than any liquor I drink
And I just can't come up with
A way to define
My state of being.

My heart is in throbbing tone
My hands are as cold as stone

Sleepless, I become restless
Shortness of air, I become breathless
Controlling emotions seems helpless
An emotional distress

In the realization of my hyperventilation
I get dizzy and sleepy
My mind is on overdrive worry

Voices have strained my mind
And the Echoes have drained my body
Into a slumpy Winnie.


*© Pax

Trap in an isolated era.
View me as faceless persona
Of make-belief identities
In this world filled with fantasies.

I write because I am tired,
To pen the burden in this poet’s ride.



*© Pax