Porcelain angels
are delicate things
and darling,
you broke
your own wings.

I could never say goodbye to the art that grew on me like a fungus
Even if it isn't the same as I remembered it
Poetry is my lifeblood
My soul within my soul
It is my mortal heart
I just have to accept that this is a new dawn
A new day for the failing mastermind
So is this farewell poetry
Yeah sure over my dead body it is
But as long as I live
As long as my heart beats
Even when it finally stops
I am poet to the very end

I'm a nice guy
A jolly one in fact
But it seems only my emotions of hatred make it to the outside world
Caging my smile in a dark barrier of misconception
Giving off this false impression that I am a demoned eyed beast
But I am here, somewhere beneath this hollowed mask
I am here laughing,singing,playing, waiting for the day I shall be released from this barless cage
And believe me the day is rapidly approaching
I can feel it coursing through my veins
The pure joy pumping in my blood
But until the day it finally makes it way through the pores of my skin
I shall sit here silently looking into the outside world,
Awaiting my turn to bath in its glorious rays