Frightened of the way,
The volume of burden piles higher.
Scraping the skies;
Reaching into the underground.
Trying to fit the position,
Of the needle inside me.
Growing smaller with each bend in its body,
That sacrifices the human behind the machine.
Submerged under the surface;
Hidden beneath the facade,
Of the critters that sculpt honor
Into the frame of my face.
Harvesting acceptance and pride from others,
Who define one look as the truth of pretense.
Blinding eyes from the girl that once lived.

Loving you turned cold.
Wicked smile and glistening eyes,
Held the essence of the sunlight,
That beamed upon my heart.
Adventure through the winds that crossed our path,
Sparked the wildfire of my days,
And my slumber under the moon.  
A perfect picture of the crown I once wore,
Shattered under the glassed face,
Decorated with the mark of love,
Only behind the eyes carved into stone.
Darkness brings the hollow sound of the siren,
The faded scent of the candle,
That once burned bright between us.
Days slip by as our journeys untangle,
Mine tarnished, but yours forgotten,

How many tries does it take?
One too many creates a boulder,
That takes a mountain to climb.
The path is reborn at dawn but unfinished at dusk.
Moments filled with bricks,
Stolen from the ones that gave you breath
Slowly scraping the surface,
To unveil the colors inside
Only to find they were uprooted.
Seconds before your time

I am untied
Bound not by the broken leaves
Severed from the golden dew
Released from the budding rose
Sweet song fills my bones
One that if heard by others
Melts into the silence
Ridges lie flat beneath my feet
Untouched by the desire of the heart
Or the melancholy of the mind
Snow fills the footprints
That I leave behind
Masking the ghost of the trail
Exposing the grief within

Words spill out from under me
The twinkle in the distance blooms no more
Efforts and blood seem entangled
United as an entity only meant for destiny
My kingdom of walls soars higher
Growing roots with each brick
Late nights and wallowed time
Seep into the Earth
Never to unmask its colors
Wistful stares and bleeding hearts
Fit into the empty space
Built by the last stroke of life
That hid in the shadows of midnight toil
Hinges creak in the last breath of their time
To never let another through

My blood strains in my chest
In my gut
My lungs tighten by the second
I rush through my thoughts
Paralleled by the worry racing through my veins
Black ink follows my eyes through every corner
It taunts my memory
Demanding infiltration
But all I see is a jumbled haze
Of death sentences written on every wall
In every book
Steaming from the voices of those around me
Voices that reek of mimicry and torture
Voices reminding me I am empty, hollow
Crushed by the weight of expectation
I bury my head into the desire of the world
I allow myself to be dragged across fields of jargon
That penetrate my sanity
Numbness spreads like an alarm from my fingers to my toes
I succumb
I am a machine
Enslaved by the black ink