Just a memory
Just a lie
The way they used me
Praying to die

Feigning smiles by day
Floodgates of a heart by night
Opened to keep one alive
Closed at dawn just to survive

I guess..
That's life..

Judged for negativity
Wear your mask

I can't wear mine
Can't walk your line

Life is naught but a task as of late..
Such is fate..

Still my choice I guess..
Its all a mess..

I will drown in rain to live
I will never weave lies to survive

So stay out of my cloud of rain

And smile to hide your pain

Politically correct
Innocent lives in debt

Like knives to our hearts you are malevolent.
Talk up a moral storm you are extravagant.

Masks of benevolence you're held in reverence.

See the problem is some see through this to your core and its cold calculating wit.

See you for what you are

For God's sake I could pay my bills for a year with the same amount of money you used to buy your car.

You are an epitome of manipulation, a paramount form of deception, genius enough in presentation to appear caring as you wreak devastation on a nation stagnant in invisible, and emotional condemnation, forcing us to be focused on living with dimming and dying hope you are our annihilation.

Formal in wreaking havoc to life you appear politically correct but you are the pain of lies that leaves love slain. So much pain..

The rain of a soul beneath shattered eyes

The weavers of amoral demise

Your eyes lie when you make promises

Ours cry..

Promises.. Again?..

Promises.. So many promises..

Heartlessness, sicknesses, you did this.

You wrote this story, you damaged lives, led em' amiss then sadistically justified this, you are in bliss despite innocence that died from this over and over you punish our existence to profit shamelessly from it.


Heh.. Well then..

Tell me how you know pain. You use our lives for monetary gain. You are the reason we feel insane. The cause of broken heart's rain.

You feed the rich..

You thieve the poor.. And still you want more..

You are politicians.. So correct..

Despite millions of lives wrecked..

You still press on..

All to cash..

Your..

Oh so beloved..

Check...

I am terrified. Its a circle. A cycle. I ask for help. But still choose self-destruction. I hate to be alone yet alone is my most comfortable home.

I smile.. I am a facade..

The black hole for the kind. The nuke for the heartless. The failure who has grown hatred. The love who became hate.

The one left behind..

The man who wishes for escape..

But can never escape himself..

I am the battle within a shattered heart..

Torn asunder..

Ripped apart

For a poet words are a tool. One of power, of love, of fear, of weakness, strength, and enlightenment. They are the method that runs a poet's own soul.

They hold the power of a heart for a poet to wield. A poet can expose, or shield, observe, morph sentiments at will, stay strong or yield.

But oneself is the truest victim in the abyss of a poets' mind..

Many live apart, amiss, at best stressed, always looking for light while filled with fright tired of fights.. Tired of walking emotional miles, they tread waters of commotion, heart decaying from life's erosion, yet still so outspoken, awoken yet dead, happy but we cry in our beds..

Some cannot live typically so cryptically we write, we fight, wrong or right anything to survive our past-ridden nights, over and over..

We write..
And..
We write..

We just want to feel ok

Smile with tears, laugh with pain, this slow life-drain to drive me insane, ahead eyes shut, speed down any lane, to any home, any love, til floating up above or nothing.

Constricting is truth, Contradictive is success, leading to great appearances but in mirrors a mess, obsessed with escaping this life under duress, so stressed, at best, I'm like the rest..

Those alone with people in full surround..

Those nowhere-bound, winded up, stressed, and torn down..

I am the tears in the rain that crash dissonant, so loud, to wake you from the lies you live..

..Will you hear me...?

A light-darked etching
A simple-minded fledgling
Sketchings in time life's testing

I am apart

Bravery to fight
Never to prove I am right..

Stalwart as a bulwark..

Stark with my heart..

I am rarely right.. I'm up every night

Never to prove I'm right.

But to prove sometimes.. You are wrong..

We all have moments
Seconds really..
Moments to cherish and moments to fear

All along right or wrong, wrong or right..

I know you're fed up as are many..

So fight

Seek and obtain enlightenment despite judgement..

Lockdown your light..

Make it yours..