Not composed And no composure No more love for Or sense of closure Wont bring you roses I attract these vultures When one door closes My window opens Releases the smoke in To the breeze A calming motion I shun emotions You evoke them Im done and hopeless Too much of your Hopeless potion Has me chokin I let go then You just keep throwin All the flaws you notice Walls keep closin Eyelids refuse to close and Pupils remain focused Penetrated my dialated Heart is still broken Your ego needed strokin So i fed you my soul You devoured what was left of me to empower your shallow self esteem So wasted the time Forgotten moments
Some rhyme for those that may still enjoy such a thing, i promised myself, i would not sleep without writing something. To the sleepless i say hello, i suffer the same