No words
Just pain
Width drawl
My body aches
Suffocating
Tearing apart
Each ache magnifies
A new one is born
Each different
Never enough
My eyes strain for you
Burn at the sight of you
I am your slave

And then I wonder
What am I waiting for?

So much resentment
Why had they not listened?
Some too focused on greed
Some mere victims  of life
Some lost in the abyss

So much resentment
Say they deserve it more
This mortal youth
Armed with reasons why
Because youth is wasted
On the young
Because we are too selfish
To deserve what we have

So much resentment
They want what they have lost
But nature will not allow it
No matter how many injections
No matter how much they pay

So much resentment
They've come up with a plan
Enslave us with petty excuses
On how life should be
Our vitality wasted

They drain our youth
They will continue to do so

Because if they can't have it
No one can

I wish I was the kind of person

That could write as beautifully

As the midnight sky

Or your eyes

Some days
I have so many ideas
I can write
and write

Till my pen runs out

Or my arm gets tired

Or I run out of paper

And start to write in books
I’ve read

Too many times

Then there are days when,

my mind is full

But there are no ideas.

No motivation

Just loud voices,

A mess of thoughts

Most of them aren’t even my own

(Maybe I shouldn’t say that

Someone might think I’m crazy)

Just because someone’s mind is

Thought ridden

Doesn’t mean they will turn it

Into art

I think if they did

Someone might get hurt

Writing

It’s dangerous

Not just to an author

But also to everyone else
around them

Every hour
Every movement
Every step I take

This direction of life

It controls me
Taints my mind

I'm too confused
Too focused on then
Not ever now

About a time untold
What is yet to come

Too worried
About an uncertainty

It passes me
But I don't look

Too focused
I've become blind to life

Words you promised never to speak
Drip from your toxic lips
Venom to freeze my veins
An ice queen I've become
Cold like your heart