Here comes this all too common runny nose
Regardless of the warmth the wind blows
It drip all day
To my dismay
I just wanted to enjoy the sun
Maybe even go for a run
...who am I kidding, Im lazy as ****
I don't even find shirts that fit
I sit inside all hours
Up in my ivory tower
Never even ponder going outside
Until a cold leaves me stuck inside

This side of paradise
Used to look so nice
Now its something i despise
As seen through your set of eyes

Sure money may run dry
And people may still die
Means nothing to the sky
As it casually drifts by

Paying no mind to those around
Who be stuck on the ground
Like a barking hound
Held up in the pound

Life moves on
Deal with it pawn
Dont yawn
Just...clean up your lawn

This side of paradise
Used to look so nice
Started to really think twice
After all this bleak advice

The sky crumbles quickly,
As flowers become prickly.
Changing with the summer dew
To become something new.

The wind blows heavy.
Over the levy
The waters flows steady
Tastes sort of "leady"

Its all falling apart
Find the start
Replace some bark
Before things go dark

Where is everyone who knows what their doing
People who actual ponder the words their spewing
Who don't just falsify the metaphors around
And do more then fancifully describe absence of sound
Sure there may be no rules to this game you play
But still you do no good fiddling  in the grey
Sure it has a charming tone
That doesn't mean you have a single artistic bone
There's no formulated thought
Just basic patterns bought
Through the books you heard others sot
By authors who only gained value once they began to rot
So continue to spill your soul to those
Who's poetry lacks everything including a sense of prose

In the days filled with vacant eyes
Lost in the timid nature of hollow lies
A man was left too corrupt to realize
The exact root of his own demise

Blanketed in the emotions of doom
He forges his self made tomb
Leaving behind a dimly lit room
And the portrait of a family cartoon

Waves lapse in on a hollow shore,
creating an intelligible roar.
In the distance stands an hour glass on a hill,
filled to the brim by poly coated prescription pills.
With time seeping through the cracks,
the object seems void of facts.
Staring down into the oceanic abyss,
as though there was no element of life it would miss.
It seems blind to all that's going on.
Can't see there's no point, it won't be long,
until he's overtaken and shown to be a pawn,
placed upright as a cautionary tale on the local churches front lawn.

Apparently I'v been going through something of a phase,
eye's have become clouded by a sweet smelling haze.
Certainly not the child parents want to raise,
seeing their son indoors all day with an endless gaze.

So in a swift move at the end of the year,
Shipped off to a cottage with no one near.
Except of course the squirrels and deer,
maybe even an apparition created out of fear.

Believing that in my isolation I would find,
a personality more resigned.
Perhaps it was supposed to sooth my mind,
and prevent the regression of a life lived on rewind.