All those pretty little 20-somethings
with adoration in their eyes
Whom I did not have the heart to tell
its destined for demise
Can now rest assured
I got what I deserve
I found a similar
to which I fell
on empty words.

A mantra of the shiftless souls
The weak and will less
Gutless wretches of world
With quivering quaking shaking legs
The brittle bones of those who cannot stand
Shout retreat at break or loss of their command
Their eyes scream run
When wisdom bids they fight for what they can
But their bridges they have burned,
Roads blocked and rivers ******
They flee from what they feel they cannot fix
And hide with weak and sordid tricks
From things they do not understand

Poised for desperate violence
They stutter uttering lies
Attempting to disguise
The fear within their minds
As they make their alibis
For those who question why?

Fear,
Is their master and their king
Fear for them, the driving thing
And they have given in

You cannot save them

They are lost so let them run
From the hot and burning sun
Let them make it for the hills
For the dark cold comfort of their caves
Where in time they  learn
Courage for their soul to save
Or die in anguish
Never learning to be brave

I shall long for you
As my lungs long to breathe
Without thought
Without conscious effort
And I shall long for you
As ocean waves long to crash upon shore
In and out the tide goes
Yet constant are the waves
As is my love for you
You that I hold so dearly
You that dream of
You that I love

Stagnant time
Time not once counted
Between thoughts disconnected
Relief escapes me in my hour
My hour of stagnant time
That chews upon my soul
Lingering and cold
Like a clear winter's eve
In my hour
There is no one
There is nothing
Just time

Painful and a struggle
Filled with tease and more jokes please
Life is joy, love and fear
All of which will cause you to shed a tear
Life is big smiles and small frowns
You'll always have those ups and downs
Life is passion and frustration
But at least it is filled with color and illustration

You say you don't know,
you pretend not to see
When your vision is obscured
by a reluctance to believe
You claim it's me,
who's in the wrong
When we've both been broken
for far too long
You say you're seeking a bed
A shelter from the storm
Whilst ignoring my arms open
And hands so warm
You imagine I'm lost
Lamenting, feeling blue
When you're 100% right
(but I'm not telling you)
I'd rather die
Than suffer your "sorries"
I've rather drown
in water than worries
I'm sick of the script
So tired of the lies
I'm using emotional scissors
To sever these ties