Lips raised by my foolishness
Ebony eyes tempt me to glance forever
Jaded hands cleanse this dark heart
Hair bound my free mind to a paramour

I wonder when it all began
This gaze searches for you in the mess
This skin yearns for your cotton touch
Guessed I slipped caused I've fallen so hard

Is my full-plated armor that fragile
A simple charm then I'm stuck in admiration
Now this lens zooms in my films of you
In my life the world became you

Still I must splash freezing water
To ***** out the growing passion
Bury these spring flowers
As my chest will remain in eternal winter

Thus the romance ended
With no words uttered.

This anger of mine is reserved
For those that I hold dear—
As my shout and fumes
Are not some abuse, but
A bouquet of wrath, for you my love.

Why does the dark 10 o'clock
Makes my heart go wack,
And nerfs my intellect
Like a vehicle after years of neglect—
Is this its true voice,
Passionate and seeking,
A vast lovely fate.

Perhaps if the Pillar learned
The ways of a dead poet,
He'll not topple every now and then;
Against the mighty hurricanes
He'll be a pen that sways,
Against displacing earthquakes
He'll be an ink that stays—
Perhaps if the Pillar was not a pillar,
He could support our home better.

The calendar does not sit still,
Its numbers keep flowing
Returning to a cycle
Too horrifying to flee;
Thus I am in need of repairs,
A hasty dressing for the machine
That floats the river of unending fatigue.

Disturbance, I feel deeply
Though nothing's known 'tis origins;
Could be from my deep corrupted sins
Or maybe from few virtues I held keep—
All I know is the numbing pain,
Annoying buzzes, and a drive no way.

I yearn for nothing;
Yet, nothing yearns me never.
Full of something and anything,
Drowning in stressed dream fever.
I shiver at the thought of everything,
So, I yearn for nothing
Even though nothing yearns me never.