Still alive and breathing
Hiding the frown by smiling
Sand quickly covers my feet
Suddenly six feet underneath

Mistakes from the past year
Fear running from the rear
Footsteps running from fear
Everything is visible from here

Six feet underneath
Buried under the heath
Wanting to rise and leave
Wanting to leave it all down here

Choir of furies in my head
Amalgam of monsters under my bed
Infestation of red
from the back of my head

Physically six feet over
Mentally six feet under
Suffocating, hope is losing
Dying but still fighting

I throw my phone across the room
and scream as it shatters against the wall
how could you ever assume that I'd want
to see that content.. Tears easily escape my
eyes as I sit on the floor in distress and hide
my face in one hand. I hate you.  *Hate.

you are destruction
in your wake lies corpses of chaos
you bellow your fury like a beast
sparing no innocence

demolishing all in your path
enemies that you have conjured
i now understand why
storms are named after women

remember this
as you make deals with the devil
and continue to birth revenge

my world only understands harmony
try your best to break it

rather spend some time
to repair your broken soul
that's barely hanging on its hinges

I remember,
When the sun kissed the moon
On our first date.
We were shackled
By our romantic stares.

I remember when you stood
Down the aisle
Waiting for my warm embrace.

I remember when I cried
You consoled my breaking heart,

I remember the call
That told me you were not alright.

I remember you being taken
By the glowing angels
That wanted to be selfish.

I remember being blind by
Fury and alcohol

I remember being drunk
I remember the cliff
I remember the pain
I remember you meeting me
At the big white door.

This is the next movement a new notebook a new feeling some spoken word smooth **** for everybody to vibe and groove with
First allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Neroamee Alucard despite the name if I played football I'd need a c$ck guard
My heart is hard due to pain and rain weighing on Me like an anvil on my brain. My mind is icy like Mr. Freeze with ease I displease myself and defeat all these toy emcees
Gears are grinding like a slow jam let me run this poetic program enough of my sappy bland ******* I gotta speak my mind in rhyme so if you've ever had depression or thought of suicide then pay close attention to this line
It sounds cliche but it's always darkest before the break of day so it may be bad and cold right now but it gets better my friend so put that knife down don't let your story end

makes it hard for me to breathe,
difficult to see and
impossible to understand this complex mechanism of inside-out
feelings.

I should’ve known by now
that one foot cannot do well without
the other,
that I am merely a one way ticket to
one of Jupiter’s moons,
that one without two
is a stranger to three
and that this will all end one day
in a big blast!

Stranded between Tom Hanks' Wilson
and Aylan’s sandprint,
I won’t be of much use to you;
just like a viral video that you share with your friends,
on a Monday morning and,
then, again, after a couple of months. Funny gas inside
some old abandoned car’s  tank.

makes it hard to be serious
about life,
difficult to die and
impossible to commit suicide.

I woke up today
thinking that I may
call you and just say
that I no longer care.

the truth is that I do
my heart still roots for you,
wishing yours would too
not wander towards blue.

I get crazy mad
thinking that you kept
staring at some babe
touching yourself and yet

knowing that I do
wait **** next door for you
laying in the bed
in despair and sad.

it’s no big deal to you
that’s just what you do
to make yourself get through
the stuff life has for you.

I'm far from happiness
for me this is no bliss
and so my fury keeps
whispering me to “kiss”

for all the chewing why
you sound and sad goodbye.

and then I lie and say
that maybe it’s okay
life is more than gray
I bite my tongue and stay.

I woke up today
thinking that I may
call you and just say
that I no longer care.

I write of wrath, of rage and anger,
And murderous thoughts towards my betrayers.
I write with vigor and blood-lust,
In violent tempests, if I must.

I write of the madness she incurred,
In piercing fury, my heart concurred,
For solid as a rock it shows,
And red with rage my aura glows.

I write of indifference, my violated
persona can take only so much hatred.
Await me filling my soul with black,
Dark things as though there was ever a lack.

I write of the tolerance I have left,
For a loving patience of me was bereft.
In faces around me, I wish them only death,
My thought: I wish not the same air in our breath.

I write of the fires of my flaming hate,
The lack of gall in the events of late.
I no longer know how to remain humane,
in a state where anger drives one insane.

Beautiful.
Exquisite.
Gorgeous.
Pretty.  
Playful.
Handsome.
Adorable.
Cute.  
Fierce.
Frightening.       ­ 
Wise.
Truthful.  
Intelligent.      
Clever.
Creative.
Unique.
Broken.
Pain.  
Hatred.
Fury.  
Mercy.  
Warmth.    
My never ending Love.