My world is shattered
And why you ask?
Because the animal within
Is just beneath the skin;
And it only wants to begin,
But every time it's about to breakout
You freak out
and reside within yourself and act out.

So you consume these poisonous toxins
That fill your vaines with fear.
So sure, grab another beer,
But you know that when it's all over you'll still be here.

You'll keep trying,
Even when you feel like crying.
Crying for that hand that won't appear.
But in its place you hold another tear.
Until the day you realize
That there's no time for fear,
Or crying,
Or even to shed a single tear.
Because in the end you know that we're all dying.

Come here and bask in my agony.
Come here and drink the liquor of youths torments.
The ache of mornings breath on pre-aged bones;
a reminder of my unseemly existence.

Come forth and shudder under my presence.
Come forth and acknowledge me.
A pitiful attempt of overshadowing the dread within.
Masking such a stench only allows fermentation.

Step back and watch as I fall.
Step back and watch as your words unravel my world.
A pathetic string rapped around a feeble neck.
I fail with much dismay; alone with my thoughts.

Overlook me as I corner myself.
Overlook me as my tears run dry.
Overlook me as your words fail to hit:
for they've left my heart an empty pit.

The flower blooms with signs of hope.
Joy blinding sight from its thorns.
Whispering sweet promises within its roots,
budding blushing petals.

Built up from complements and time,
its walls ever harder to climb.
No tools in hand, no fuse to bind,
and yet it's crumbling, crushing under the weight.

What once was a muse has become a prison.
Hurling through the cement in vain.
Planted to the ground the flower remains,
for duty now reigns over pleasure.

It's thorns in full view,
petals no longer red have lost their hue.
The stem cracked and bruised.
My flower has wilted.

*It's waiting to die.

Steel, Frigid to the touch.
Tension of movement can be seen through the entire figure.
Eyes open, the glow of inner essence betray the Beast,
For no matter how cold it grows attachments still hold true.

Hands full of power are weak to gold strands,
Incapable of abolishing past ties.
The Beast watches it's body frost over.
A tremendous roar echos as the Beast raises.

The realization of contempt has fueled change.
This Beast, this Man tears away his metal crust.
Heat breaks through the cracks.
I sigh with relief as I finally see my own skin.

I need to speak my mind more often.
I need to speak it truthfully,
Pent up it fumes and poisons me.
Turns my tongue to ash.

Today I've noticed I didn't recognize myself.
Fires have warped my features,
Though unchanged my reflection
yields new connotation.

Poets once unheard
now rip tears from my eyes.
Music plays on repeat for hours,
Immersing me in a blanket of deceit.

I hide myself behind my mask of notes,
Submerging myself in an unbreakable bubble,
But its protective husk suppresses the peril within.
The truth is I'm suffocating.

My open wounds pus hate,
Scabbing over in deceit that only cracks with more hate,
Unexplainable angst inflames a desire to break out,
To speak my mind truthfully.