Whenever I look at her I turn into **** Tucker from C&H;.

Why do the people I care about distance themselves from me?
Must be something I radiate. It must be, right?

Lock eyes with Medusa and burn my flirtatious look in her mind
as my being turns into stone.
Fill her heart with regret, for she will never know love
nor can she look someone straight in the eyes
and witness a soul.
I'll die contempt forever being able to bring harm
to such a hideous creature.
I'll die relieved as my shoulders crumble
and the world that I am carrying comes
crashing down mercilessly.
I'll die happy, forever relieved to be buried
under my own world.
I'll die a stone, finally becoming one with my world
being physically closer to those I love.
I'll die a world, becoming part of it
I'll wait for someone stronger to carry me.

Roll spliffs so big the smokerings turn passive smokers paralytic.
- Psiklone

Hold
On
Pain
Ends

Accuracy of your acrostic arrows,
Ride the wind with utmost ease.
Claiming each bulleye with poetic precision,
Hands steady, unswayed by the errant breeze.
Endowed with talent, unsurpassed finesse,
R**egarded by peers as the wise-worded wiz.

Playing at this empty calm,
Faking Simplicity.

Deepening hysteria,
Mesmerizing calamity,
Chaos abreast.

Hurricane destruction,
Twister tearing down,
But fake calm anyway.