My face has left
With the sun,
Leaving the moon in my chest
To rot with the
Dark in the rain.

A sickness has stricken me,
My body upside down.
A breathless existence
Couped into a rain cloud.

A damaged eye contact
Remains temporary, indefinitely.
Laughter imposes,
My immediate space
Has become unsure,
A deep blue of a blur.

I'll dye my hair gray
And paint myself in rage
To match our wonderful race.

I'll fight for our rights
And look to my left then
Turn my cheek as
My allies like right.

I'll stand in a crowd and
Yell real loud while the
Rest of them sit,
And then I'll sit down.

I'll dye my hair gray
And paint myself in rain
As my body decays and
I wither away.

My body is flowing with a negativity.
Depression is filling my lungs with every breath.
A flurry of restlessness
Resides beside me in the empty
Space where I sleep,
Leaving a bitter taste
Where taste isn't the case,
Or the expected sense.

Flopping myself on the
Floor of the Internet to
Be mindlessly ridiculed
And rejected.
I know my thoughts are mine,
My creations for me,
My art for I,
Though I feel the need to
To share.
The need to blurt out and
Pull on my own hair when
Their shoe dirt is in my nostrils
And their sole is in my gleam
And glare.

There is a feeling of
Necessity to let my
Head free into other's world's
And it is killing me.

Truly the death of the communication age,
Leading me to follow,
Current textbooks fluent in rejection
To the students they serve.

Brainwashing in thick salt water,
Drowning in a taste that makes faces,
Gloating achievements and attention,
Filing for societal filters to get
Through obligations created by
Degenerate scholars.
Glaring into darkness and
Twinkling laughter silent after
Punishments now turned to powder.

Gallantly quiet in a world of opinions
Stretching from borders that fire
At each other through 140 characters.
Given all that's left are blind readings
Of sarcastic articles titled with bait
On a hook like worm covered worms.

I'm truly left in confusion reading
The forward to the epilogue of a
Torn apart villainous wreckage
Scattered into the brains of a
Clueless populous in hope for
Worlds to meet in collision
And turbulence.

Uncertain and unstable
In an addict filled fable
Finding patterns in personality,
In time laps, I've fallen.

Fallen victim to my fears,
My pessimistic fears,
I've become a robot
Just drinking ******* beers.