I find myself twisting turning
thinking of some far off dimension that lies out of reach.
My countenance masks the emotions that swirl through my body and mind, converging into one endless stream.
The world is out to get me, to serve me the cold plate of reality, not even a drink to swallow this dry piece of life.
I want to scream, and rip the hair follicles clean off my scalp, for that pain may wake me up, from this dream I am held in.
This globe of spherical doom, these doldrums that haunt my brightest visions. They are but clouds that block the faintest  rays of hope.
I wish to tell you of my life, anyone who wishes to take a seat, I don't know when my tale will end but I'd get this burden off my heaving chest.
But I wish and want so many things and sit here like the child I am, not knowing what do next, I sit and wait for that person who will sit and listen to what my heart wants to sing.

I want you to know
That you are dear to me
Though I know not your name
You are special
You are you
And that is something no one else can achieve,
but you and you alone.

Lives cut short
Gone
Lost but never forgot
These times leave a fresh cut
On the arms of humanity
Words could only begin to explain
A tragedy
A villainous crime
Let us find a solution to our problems
And hold one another close till the end of time.

As you look down on those less prominent than you
As you scoff at their broken hands and soul
As you fall drunk under your own powerful might,
I shall pity you full
As you whisper your hateful remarks,
And eye for your friends for support,
As your lies seep from your venomous mouth
I shall pity in remorse
As you stride forth
And wave your hands high,
To those who think you’re a god
I only wish they could see who you truly are,
And witness the fall of a fraud
I pity you and your habits,
The meek smile you slap on that face
The person you always could have been,
Instead of a man fallen from grace
I hope you realize some day,
The world doesn’t revolve around you
But as you drown yourself in arrogance deep,
I shall always pity you.

I do not cry for the dead
I keep my thoughts inside my head
They are gone
The worms are fed
The grass grows greener
No tear is shed
The wind still blows
The sun still shows
And I hate myself
And my cursed heart of lead
A heart that does not ever cry
Not even for the dead

Have we found ourselves back again
In dark times of hatred and back when
We could not recognize a man of color
We dared not consider him another
Now we try to relegate
Those who have a different fate
And punish them for who they love
How they dress or how they talk
Why must we repeat ourselves
And find new victims, so we may delve,
Deeper into our most sinister plots
To put these "heathens" to a stop
History has seen it, time again
Every moment we come around a bend
We hate what is unknown.

Sometimes I sit
And with deep gaze  
I look into myself
And wonder,
To whom will I give the bitter sweet maze
Of my heart
That goes aflutter.