Ivan Kester Marcalas

Ivan Kester Marcalas Feb 2016

As I go about my day to day,
I feel a chill on my shoulders.

Clutching me, holding me close.

As I go about my day to day,
whispers, i hear.

Worthless, Useless
Nobody needs you...

Why don't you just **** up and Die.

As I go about my day to day,
I feel worthless, useless...

Like nobody needs me.

Fake smiles all around,
I'm fines and how do you dos

This chill creeps over me,
enveloping me.

As I close my eyes,
Darkness surrounds me.

As I go about my day to day...

Ivan Kester Marcalas Feb 2016

The Ocean is my Sky

I'm doing the things that make me feel alive.
But you're clipping my wings.
Killing me inside.

And if I can't take to the skies.
I'll take to the seas
Where i'm free as i was.
With my head in the clouds.

Ivan Kester Marcalas Feb 2016

Irony

A man of discontent, I am.
Of how discontent, Content, I am.
Ironic it is.

For how can one be content,
If he is truly discontent.

By being content,
We lose the hunger.
To live is a hunger we cannot sate.

To sate this hunger,
Is to fill a hole that has no end.

I am a man of discontent.
And to live is what I hunger for.
And with that, I am content.

— The End —