Your words lack meaning when backed by lies.
They pour out your mouth but drip through your eyes.
They fall like rain, the forecast reads pain.
But you must let them out to keep yourself sane.

They echo and haunt your every single thought.
A salvation you wish that you simply just bought.
Your soul up for bid, but who do we kid?
Its value diminished by the truth that you hid.

The list of your sins would make Satan blush.
Your hell is the product of dreams that you crush.
A spectator sport, with no need for support.
You glow in the spotlight cast down on the court.

Nothing remains as you receive your fate.
The harshest reality for all of your hate.
Condemned to the fact that you made a pact,
Your soul was the fee for the devil to attract.

You feel the world around you
Put a target on your back
Your brain aligns a bullseye
From the confidence you lack
So you arm yourself with self defense
Prepared for chaos and war
Death be ******, it's a suicide mission
Your pride must settle the score

Your camouflage is obvious
Your colors glow in sight
The same colors that dim for day
And glow to haunt your night
The shade in which you're blushing
Turns from red to pale white
You mistake me for being unarmed
Unprepared for such a fight

I'm cloaked in self-assurance
While your shots land at my chest
I turn around and shake my head
And leave you alone just like the rest
So as you stand there with the shells
Of the bullets that you fired
At least next time you load your gun
Your shots will be inspired

The tides have changed, they rise and fall,
Your ship is trapped inside the sea.
And although mayday is what you must call,
You hope it's answered by anyone but me.

This isn't your first time setting sail,
Holes remain in the bow from the past,
But where nature before would always fail,
The eye of the storm approaches fast.

Your crew has abandoned ship for shore,
Saving their necks as they watch you sink.
And instead of letting me help even the score,
You choose to drown holding the chain to link.

Red skies give sailors a double meaning,
A morning warning or night's delight.
But as your vessel begins careening,
Remember you chose to ignore the light.

We treat our hearts like fighters,
12 rounds trapped in the fear cage inside.
Pride be our fuel, anger our lighters,
Our souls wastelands with nowhere to hide.

Ego hijacks our common sense,
Making shallow love our prize.
Emoting makes our minds go tense,
Until help screams out from our eyes.

The leaps and bounds we **** ourselves for,
Isn't enough to keep our hearts at bay.
Nothing will ever even the score,
There are no words they can simply say.

So why do we put ourselves through hell?
Why can't we just swallow our pride?
Because love is a feeling they just want to sell,
And in debt there's no place to hide.

Your name is like a memory,
But one I greatly wish forgotten.
Your presence does not better me
Instead leaves me alone and rotten.
Your song traps like a siren
Alluring all who hear its call.
As a slave, I hope you're hiring,
At your feet I'll always fall.

False hopes and dreams only remain,
Where the shell of a man once stood.
Your taste could drive any insane,
Convert a man from the greater good.
You don't know the crime that you commit,
Everytime you simply cast a smile.
It's a ****** of pride you'll never admit,
You just laugh and give your denial.

Your absence leaves me at a loss,
With nothing in it's place to fill.
I'll drink to forget just like a boss,
And hope none of my feelings spill.
But the liquor just doesn't fill the gap
Instead it leaves me hollow and alone.
Bringing out feelings from the gap,
The ones you put in the 'friend zone'.

They say you need to love yourself,
In order to find it from another.
But self-esteem is a false sign of wealth,
When they all treat you like a brother.
I'm just so ******* tired of wearing a face,
Biting my tongue as you give up your heart.
A man who can't handle such beauty or grace,
I guess that's why I've been cast in this part.

Affluence drives the influence,
Brevity mistaken for clarity.
Conveniently concise in assured confluence,
Dependent on constant hilarity.

Engaged in a cult of personality,
Forced diction to subdue the masses.
Grotesquely shaped by a warped reality,
Hidden in plain sight of our fat *****.

Irony isn't noted, only subdued and ignored,
Jaded eyes with headlights all dimmed.
Knowledge is left for survivors to hoard,
Laying in the waste that's been already skimmed.

Might over right, the motto tonight,
No room for a shred of reason.
Oppose this with light, and fall out of sight
Privilege lost in the change of the season.

Question it all as it encloses you in,
Restrained by those who suppress the opposed.
Stricken by goals of absolvement of sins,
Temporary ends to a means they supposed.

Under our cloaks are a beacon of hope,
Values that lie in the morals we hold.
We believe unity is the method to cope,
Xenophobia leaves all involved cold.

Your turn to decide: time to run or hide?
Zealous feelings aside, all along for the ride!

It's the gift and curse of the artist,
To peak so high and drop so low.
This work seems like not the hardest,
Emotional damage seldom shows.
Inspiration formed in heartbreak,
A mighty hurricane of change.
Emotions finally able to make,
But then scatter out of range.

It's how characters become reality,
The artist's vision begins to show.
Through the high and low duality,
Our hero meets his greatest foe.
If this tale is autobiographical,
Then I shall control the story.
But which ending is more appicable:
Greatest failure or greatest glory?