I always write about my past, or my present
But I never write about what's yet to come
So I'm going to attempt to write my future
And about what I may be or might become*

The year is now 2025
Somehow, I am still here, alive
Africa is where I now reside
No longer worried about ego or pride

Working with the lions on the land
Feeding them, and losing both my hands
Still I continue on and feed
As the lions wait around and watch me bleed

And even as a corpse, I feel important
Because my favorite friends get to enjoy my meat
And I'm glad that I could provide my lovely lions
With a five star meal that they all get to eat

And as I fade away from my boney pile
I disappear at the age of 35
And the lions show off their proud crimson smiles
As their thank you for me keeping them alive

Around a crowd I feel every heart stroke
Discomfort is the reality
Invisibility creates a cloak
Corrupt thoughts lead to fatality

No one seems to notice I have a heart
Drifting through cities not even a glance
Searching the world for my counterpart
Waiting for the day I can get a chance

I latch on to attention like a chain
I stand in a group yet I feel alone
I hope no one else ever feels this pain
I hope its your name when I check my phone

One day I will find the one who is right
And then I would no longer need to roam
From that point on forever holding tight
Maybe then I could finally have a home

apology accepted,
trust denied.

When I see you
I get a desire to dance
I look at you
asking for a chance
Your eyes look at me
as if you're ready to perform
But you just smile at me
when Im getting ready to conform
The space between your fingers
is to be filled with mine
The space between your lips
is to be fixed with mine
I come where ever you go
'cause I want you to know;
I LOVE YOU!
----de3pak

Days without talking,
I miss you with all my heart.
My soul cries for you.

Memories of a place I know
Similarities in this far away view
I close my eyes and pretend its home
I close my eyes and I think of you

Pillows and sheets perfumed with your dreams
Together we fought and shadows we slew
I need your help to fight nightmares it seems
I close my eyes and I think of you

They see a lion, cold and proud
From the start I've seen you true
Kind loneliness you'd not say aloud
I close my eyes and I think of you

Sheets and pillows dampened with tears
Shadows so dark that I cant see through
Lying here in the quiet for what feels like years
I close my eyes and I think of you

my eyes are exhausted from seeing things
i need not want to have a glimpse

from looking at people
i need never want to love at all

from catching melancholic eyes
i need in no way want to sympathize


my eyes are exhausted
from observing faces of reality

the crooked
unsubtle kind of hypocrisy


―a.t.