Mar 2014
Knees buckle as weight sinks me into splintered sands of old aspirations
Clenching at dried ground tread by those with a well of will
Crawling through slick mud, plastered images of the past etched on my skin
Gray eyes hurriedly look for an escape from the door-less chambers of my mind
Stood tall on the unbalanced pedestal,
wiry noose scratching a deadly tease on my neck
Never mighty enough to take the fall,
afraid the wind would carry this hollow husk away
Dread and thick molasses coursing through my veins to a barely beating heart
Mirror's reflection only a stranger with broken hopes and dreams
A looker to stand out amongst the sightless crowd of two faced horrors
As it comes crashing down, plunged into darkness and void of color
My back breaking under encrusted greed,
vitality gone with smoke that clears the green
Bleak hope litters the streets with flickering lights
that dance along the bodies we've built upon
A glitch in a corrupt system
coming to unclean calculations and illogical conclusions
The few who chronicle the fall
of the infamous and unforgotten cry at my polished casket
Collective wisps of my knowledge and strength,
fleeing from the body too distraught to use them
Energy drained into the remnants of friendship and love,
where only dusty ruins remain
My thoughts collide in the ever raging internal battle
for control over a cracked mind
Locked away secrets kept from petty eyes to gallantly deprive them of the fear
Words struck in dark ink
to tell them the story of my rise and collapse into weakness
As the dust clears,
blood red skin mimics the phoenix's rise from the ashes of a lifeless body
Tears that streak down my cheek burn and seer tender skin,
a cry let loose for this life wasted
Waking up entangled within sheets trying to constrict frantic sleep movements
Trying to run from the darkest whispers of my mind
that toy and pluck the strings of my emotions
Stuttering melodies cackle from an over played record
that sounds across frail heartbeats
An ever living night terror,
treading lightly so not to awake the beast laying dormant within
A gamble or an act of bravery, no one knows the ending of this humble tale
c.d.l
2/25/12
Clenching at dried ground tread by those with a well of will
Crawling through slick mud, plastered images of the past etched on my skin
Gray eyes hurriedly look for an escape from the door-less chambers of my mind
Stood tall on the unbalanced pedestal,
wiry noose scratching a deadly tease on my neck
Never mighty enough to take the fall,
afraid the wind would carry this hollow husk away
Dread and thick molasses coursing through my veins to a barely beating heart
Mirror's reflection only a stranger with broken hopes and dreams
A looker to stand out amongst the sightless crowd of two faced horrors
As it comes crashing down, plunged into darkness and void of color
My back breaking under encrusted greed,
vitality gone with smoke that clears the green
Bleak hope litters the streets with flickering lights
that dance along the bodies we've built upon
A glitch in a corrupt system
coming to unclean calculations and illogical conclusions
The few who chronicle the fall
of the infamous and unforgotten cry at my polished casket
Collective wisps of my knowledge and strength,
fleeing from the body too distraught to use them
Energy drained into the remnants of friendship and love,
where only dusty ruins remain
My thoughts collide in the ever raging internal battle
for control over a cracked mind
Locked away secrets kept from petty eyes to gallantly deprive them of the fear
Words struck in dark ink
to tell them the story of my rise and collapse into weakness
As the dust clears,
blood red skin mimics the phoenix's rise from the ashes of a lifeless body
Tears that streak down my cheek burn and seer tender skin,
a cry let loose for this life wasted
Waking up entangled within sheets trying to constrict frantic sleep movements
Trying to run from the darkest whispers of my mind
that toy and pluck the strings of my emotions
Stuttering melodies cackle from an over played record
that sounds across frail heartbeats
An ever living night terror,
treading lightly so not to awake the beast laying dormant within
A gamble or an act of bravery, no one knows the ending of this humble tale
c.d.l
2/25/12
