I don't quite know the way this goes.
The message passed right through me.
Far from me, Its thin as dust.
All the words so soothing.
It's name was framed, and on this day
the blender's blades start moving.
This is where we need the suture.
All the psalms are falling out.
Careful not to lose it, and bring this to its mouth.
Even he knows, you shouldn't count the crows,
when your cornered to the map.
There's that one you despise.
During this change.
New plans are made.
Endless counts of service.
Can I attempt to bruise it?
Is all of this allowed?
Am I the only one to use it?
Because of what I saw?
I guess I'll learn to use fire for the burn.
If I'm cornered to the map, you're the one I despise.

I remember a time the world was mine.
And you were mine at this time.
Sold it all for not a dime.
26 years and past his prime.
****.

A Dream

Tricky is what I'm after, all creatures must succumb.
Blind is such an excuse.
A scattered mind hangs from a thin noose.
As tempting as it is to hold, I left.
While everyone was done.
It's all toxic, these few, these weak that fell before.
And every paragraph starts the same.
A chaotic place, In which the body neglects the mind.
How pitiful?
I've said tricky is what I'm after.
Pretending it's not a sin.
Not exactly what we have planned I agree.
Time has never been a friend.
While every torn book shreds the smoke keeps me whole.
Everyone else will live.
Just a dream she says.
A dream.
And I fell short.
Twenty-two should have taught me something.
The plane that fed me crashed upon my tongue.
A fault of my own I'll admit.
Without that last breath about me,
the fire stands still...

Now I'll admit it got the best of me.
But you won't admit it got the best of you too.
Now we are used and bruised.
And we know everything that I've said is true.

Now it's all just only me.
I'd like to believe its only just you.
I just want to set you free.
And try to forget all the things that we been through.

I can't change this broken man.
But you want all the things that I just can't do.
For you, I'll be all I can.
But it's hard when you're not the girl that I once knew.

You hope for another chance.
We never had a dance.
You want a perfect man.
I want you to take who I am.

Tricky is what I'm after, all creatures must succumb.
Blind is such an excuse.
A scattered mind hangs from a thin noose.
As tempting as it is to hold, I left.
While everyone was done.
It's all toxic, these few, these weak that fell before.
And every paragraph starts the same.
A chaotic place, In which the body neglects the mind.
How pitiful?
I've said tricky is what I'm after.
Pretending it's not a sin.
Not exactly what we have planned I agree.
Time is has never been a friend.
While every torn book shreds the smoke keeps me whole.
Everyone else will live.
Just a dream she says.
A dream.
And I fell short.
Twenty-two should have taught me something.
The plane that fed me crashed upon my tongue.
A fault of my own I'll admit.
Without that last breath about me,
the fire stands still...