These eyes aren't me,
Shades unknown just to tell the torture.
Challenge the damage done to outlast desperation.
A broken arrow points down to my existence.
Will has taken over and above the pain is a smile,
Noticeably plain with a dollop of sadness in throat view.
Stranded in swirls of pity by the loss of vanity.
All another word for worthless.

I want to hear your past thoughts for a guiltless future, yet must beware of hatred left unfiltered.

Gone like the scent of matches.

No picture with you, just of you.
No next step with you, just for you.

Gain the advantage in weakness and take some time to survive.

Pyrrhic but desired, a walking cemetery.
Imagine this moment less expensive.

Be the killer to be killed. I am the bruised inference.

Making my plague stagger. My harm has no shame to offer.

I want to be your ripper.

As I shovel this pity under control, I remain in my head. Fading in the background, but seeing you in the spotlight. Gasping at your credit.

The impression a bit of desire can leave.
Lead to thoughts that waste my day and calm the aches at large. Gradually letting me slip out of misery, for moments entering pleasure.

The blackened blur of reality shares my life,
As I find my way back to the world of no idea. Tears shatter the floor as they escape my cheeks, ashamed to be misplaced.

No matter how I sleep, the nightmare always ends like this...
A morbid disaster until my last breath.

Staple the mess to my dissappointment after so much went to hell.This will make sure potassium infects the soul,  And that DNA matches the horror.

Hoods with a ninety degree cemetery and a broken sun, shall cast. Let me show you the screaming inside me that hope can't hear.

Breathable Walls and worthless fabric are background to my cocktails and clouds.

A Trickle......
Poseidon had conquered my breath and put out my misery.
Only a moments time and Whiskey was violating my sent again.
It's too hard to know when to slow down when it comes to Dr. Pepper and Whiskey.
I forget that people exist and and I am not the only one.
Then death takes my breath and fights to be alive.
Offers me a survivor fee, a little less  expensive than JUSTICE.
If I could have got you sooner.

My heart broke and every shard wounds my insides for every time I said, "I love you!"
They say the ticking always stops when you least expect it..........


   .....Where was I going with life before I met you?
I've forgotten how dizzy circles can get when I'm use to going backwards.
After all that's happened my mind plays the trick of corruption.
Thinking it's got away.
When in the end it's also f*cked.
The mind behind the shame.

It's all buried behind this door, and the code can change at whim.
Safe from betrayal but not from harm, when sadness runs within.
Take the fist away from the wall, and walk past all the hassle.
Because in the end the damage done, is all that you can wrestle.
Can't change the past without a lie, As you joke along with others.
But in your eyes you know the answer, so  take what death can offer.

Take my soul and choke,
You've already devoured my heart.
Take a moment to stare,
While you fck with my life.
You shared your chaos with hate,
And devoted torment to pain.
I keep stepping forward to deny you,
But yor strength hasn't changed.
Again I've pss*d on sober,
Tore my wagon to a barrel.
More and more I'm back to hiding,
Find my fault is now a flee.
Chase redemption out the window,
And get my shame to follow others.
For no longer can I challenge this,
Erase success from my description.

Strange how a sent can change.
Every moment brutal as it fades.
Hard to give up such a sent of memory.
A good time with hopes of forever.

               ............Pulling away.

Need of someone to cover me again with sweat.
Fleshed out with you.
Gain access to my mind.
Because you have no restrictions when it comes to me.

Then your sent gets old and In need of a refill like a reliable prescription.
I'm shaking from a withdrawal that will never forget.

A door left open with a meaningful use.
If gentlemen still exist then your welcome to enter.
But don't let anyone see you leave.
I feel like they think they know me.

Worthless stories from the drunken source, Create the hovel and this curse.
What lies ahead in despair,
As laughter and scoffs fill the air.
Oh, could it be my dignity or maybe even shame?
All that's left is stale *** breathe and tears from everyday.

These puddles grow into a lifestyle,
I can't let time stay for a while.
Noone is going to be sorry,
Blood omits the story.
So carry out the rest of luck with help from the abandoned.
And let this problem be the first of many to be done with.

A murky tunnel...
Still distorting my placement and absorbing all my heart.
Can't contain imperfections soul in this pit of sorrow.
As this ultimate outcome will become available to meet.
But along with darkness comes a puddle,
Salty and paranoid.
So ****** that no refuge will save me.
A change in my opinion.
Not only a detached personality but unfinished.
A worthless habit to defect my rage against bitter.
The shades dim by misery's command.