you have hurt
this little fragile heart
of mine for a
thousand times
and it was always a problem for me
but if the time comes
that the thing about problems come
dont come running back to me
screaming to have me back

because the thing about problems
is that
it's not always about you

Carrion wings hang limp
On the backs of broken yesterdays
I don’t want them in any proximity
I cannot bear the stench
But vultures come along like doubts
At the speed of darkness
To save the undying from burial
And bring them back to me,
The predator feathers of prey wings
I man the guns myself and
Call all hands to battle stations
And it starts raining
Exhumed evidence
That the buried hatchet often is
A boomerang seeking fulfillment
With the new found vengeance
Of primeval sapience
Burning mad with
Insatiable curiosity

I haven't penned a thing
I've been as busy as hell
The sun is rising

Simply put
I wouldn't if I were you.

For what it's worth
It's not

For what you'll lose
Don't get confused
the dark side we choose
Is re-read old news

I know what you do to yourself
Screaming inside for help

Please

Is it just my own mind
Trying harder each time
To forget why you died
To forget when you cried
To forget how I lied

And said

It's in your head

Your sick and it's sick
How I really am.

Thought
What's life like this one

I don't need,
and then

I saw you believe
And I felt your hand

I could only dream
That we'd meet again

Then something in me
Came alive again.

Looking back with new
eyes I see the painful truth
I could not before

Darkness
It flows over me
Like shadows
Over the sun

My back
It hurts
Like really bad
Ow
Like seriously
Ow
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