I killed him I think,
because of some out of context quotes,
I was the cement tied to his feet which made him sink.
He did not hear what I had to say,
out of sight, out of mind,
And yet he is who had to pay.
These are the psychological consequences of life,
believing I caused undue harm,
because I spoke of the knife.
But that is merely the facts of life,
I did not stab, swing or poke,
at the end of my gun there is no smoke.
There are merely words which came from my mouth,
nothing deadly,
nothing that sent him South.
Yet I feel a harrowing burn,
a fire in my soul,
that it will someday be my turn.

We live life with great names,
but perish in glory's flames,
hopes fill our hearts that we will be remembered,
And that our names not be slandered.
Alas life has a way of bringing us to ground,
taking our dreams and turning them around,
placing roadblocks in our way,
creating tolls we cannot pay.
We must find a way to break on through,
whether sneak, lie to get on by,
eventually we will get caught by the toll crew,
And it will be our time to die.

Suicide to save their pride is what they said when they lied.
How it was to save face to not appear as a disgrace.
Sadly their claims hold no base when you see their life lost pace.
Instead they lived with fears and covered their face with tears.
As we call them selfish and a coward we do not see how they became overpowered.
While we live with the reluctant truth that things are different from our youth.
Life is dark and full of lies and selfish people ignoring our cries.
And when some try to reach out a hand they are reluctant to show they cannot stand.
It is not one person's fault, instead it is societies halt.
The stoppage of love and empathy which has discriminated sympathy and the birth of apathy.
So let us recognize the selfish few who cannot reach out to you.
Go to them and show them love because it is what they need from above.

Squeezing it out,
like the soul from my heart,
it is just unhealthy,
without a proper start.
I must find motivation,
along with an ideal,
get the proper devotion,
to write what I feel.
And like all harassed works of art,
the critics will just tear it a part,
although I'd rather be stabbed than seen as harmless,
I still prefer that my art is not harmless.
Such is life to have no desires,
but I would rather be the spark to light a thousand fires.

You are the one I love,
that at least is true,
sacrificing my dreams,
for you I will see that through.
Moving to a far away land,
sacrificing my life,
just so next to me you will stand,
together as my wife.
And if things do not go as planned,
Will from my back protrude a knife?
Or will you catch me when I fall,
protecting me from further strife.

The fakers are takers,
giving to no one,
living a lie,
destroying one's soul,
merely to accomplish their goal.
Take what they can,
like a parasite,
stealing your goods,
then taking flight.
But like a mosquito,
their life is not long,
******* blood gets old,
until they **** the wrong arm.
Slap.

Tell me what to do,
and push me away from you,
as your control fills my head,
make me wish that I was dead.
Don't let me find out for myself,
so when I face adversity,
it will take my mental health,
and fill my life with controversy.
But hey, at least you wached my back,
So I learned to not expect an attack,
So when it came,
I was slain,
as my ignorance became my bane.
But you were right and I was wrong,
I should have listened all along,
I will pay, that's what you say,
If only I had followed your way.
So now I lay bloodied and dying,
and in my heart I know I'm lying,
to tell myself that you were always right,
merely to avoid a childish fight,
I should have looked behind my back,
as it was you who had attacked.