Promise me that you'll never leave. Promise me that you'll remain an inseparable part of my life. Promise me we'll play at the beach on Sundays.
Promise me you'll brighten my day with your graceful movements, weaving their way into memories replayed on rainy days. Promise me that you care. Promise me that I'll never have to worry, about the day of your death. Promise me that I'll be your one and only lover, on this path we share, walking hand in hand. Promise me you'll remember my promise. Promise me that you'll entertain the joyous reminders I nag you with, while eating ice cream at the beach. Promise me that while we sleep, we dream together and build tall skyscrapers, reaching to the stars, shining fourth and blinding the magnificence of our love. Promise me that I'm going to be the only person, that holds the key to unlocking your hearts content.

A poetic speech.
A conspicuous outplay.
Why oh why, do I let
The scars hide inside?

These memories which lay before me,
Grant surrender to the torcherous
Force of thoughts stampeding through my mind.

Questions arise in times of dark skies,
While the sorcery which has ingrained
My personality spreads like wildfire.

With arms wide open,
I invite remembrance of the truth.

I bask in horror
And forget pleasantries.
I've banished my heart
And removed intimacy.

I've embraced the fact
That I've convinced myself
To enjoy the push of wrought vengeance
Directed towards the decrepit foundation of my existence,
All the while being too fearful
To follow through with the pull
Of positive and constructive actions
Towards a dream in which I blend with the day.

I contend with my own weighted soul
And offer no resistance
As I gently fall infinitely deeper
Into an abyss of forgetfulness.

I want to be somebody,
But I don't know who to be.

Every moment of my day is painted with a back scene.
One that I can neither see, touch, nor hear.

I make a pledge of truth,
Confined in the sensations of my daily experiences.

The gentle rise and fall of promiscuous tones,
Imbuing themselves from the heart of my throne.

This peak of excitement meets me in moments
Where bliss encapsulates my thoughts.

I find honor in an expansive bubble of of tranquility.
I see fortitude entrenched in the present moment,
Resulting from the expression of my awareness.

The feeling of grace may be fleeting at times,
But I may rendezvous with despair as a sign.

Terror, happiness, contentment.
These are all sign posts acting as a reminder
To see off the transactions I've bought into
With the presentment of my character.

I am a testimony of an expanded truth.

I am attempting to end the dismay.
This constant push of struggle
Is an enormous strain on my will to embrace peace.

At night I shed no tears,
But my heart cries out for a connection beyond.

I just want to be touched
Held close and comforted
In the knowing of prosperous future.

But now I have no desire to change.

Wrap me up in a cloud of hate
And gently forget about my existence.
For I have given up attempting to reconcile
This meaningless world.

To be born into misery, pain and constant strife
Is worse than hell.

In this moment I refuse to acknowledge
The fallacy for passionate enjoyment of life
For I am drained of the motivation, will and desire
To move forward.

I am a dense manifestation
Of twisted convolution
Resulting from the deterioration of my will

I will crumble and fall away
Forever removing my shame.

The primal cause,
A distinguishable passion.

Irrevocable truth unabided by
Beliefs expressed in dimensionality.

The fire with me burns,
It churns and rises.

Power self-contained
Is glory in it's own fate.

I enter the lair of truth
And seek no counsel.

Therefore I revel,
Proceeding with conviction
Expressing imagination
My minds eye proclamation.