Where am I?
Why am I in this bed?
And why am I in a hospital room?

The air is cold as ice
These blankets feel like home
Back then I was sick, mom would feed me rice

If I’m in the hospital, someone should be here
Maybe if I say something, people will appear
“Hello?”

****, no response back
I should look around more
Oh is that food? I could use a snack

It’s rice in a bowl
I move my spoon around with it hitting metal
The metal is an amulet with the words “My baby’s soul”
My mom had a similar bracelet with her until I lost it in a gamble

I was going to tell mom I lost it
But she… never returned home
Reports say that they never found the culprit

I.. I need to leave this place
Why is the floor covered in newspapers?
Every paper is filled with my face
Why are there no authors?

Come to think of it, why are the walls just like my bedrooms walls?
Covered with posters of the Detroit Lions
And the picture of my mom graduating nursing school

Wait.. There's a mirror on the wall
I never had a mirror as a child
Looking into it shows me a man standing on a bridge about to fall

He’s wearing my Highschool jersey number
And his wrists are bleeding
His face is so full of regret and anger

Are my wrists okay…
They're covered in cuts and scars
These cuts are dark red on my dark gray skin

I.. Should have left already
Time to open this door and leave
Door opens to a dark night with air that is chilly

I walk through the void doorway
A step forward leads to me falling
Looking up to see a bridge getting farther and farther away
A girl is there with a phone that is calling

She looks so much like my friend Sam
But she keeps getting farther and farther away
Until my body hits the water with a slam
A single letter falls on my chest with the single word “Gay”

Something warm is mixing with the cold water
Air is leaving my lungs
Along with my anger

The girl is waving his arms towards me
I want to say I love you
Tell her that I feel free
Yet my lips whisper “Sorry”

Upon a hill sits a wanderer.
Stranger to all feeling
Coward wearing no banner
Hand still bears branding

Look within to see sins
Millions of mistakes and failures
Hidden right beneath the skin

Wanderer tired from running
Tired of life
Waking up crying
Clutching for a foregone wife

Tis the tale of hatred and pain
Never-ending volumes added over time
Forcing people insane

I want to write, but what about?
I have nothing to say, no words to make.
Every idea is just a half bake.

I want to learn, but how?
I can't focus for long, my attention span fades.
Every idea it forbades.

I want to love, but whom?
Who would ever have feelings for me?
Doomed to loneliness for eternity.

I've put little effort into this,
But maybe that's ok.
I don't need to work hard every day.

Another night filled with ash and snow
An old man next to a fire with no home
Yet he sits still singing alone
Hoping for others to throw him a bone

Oh young ones wouldn’t you care to listen
Listen to an old man's advice
To some I’m known as leviathan
Although those people probably aren’t alive

But sit around my fire now
I’ll give you some wasteland advice
On what your deeds can sow
If your willing to pay the price

Money, power, love, revenge, tradition
They all mean the same really
Bunch of people with a mind that’s troubled
Bringing up old ideas with a thought of reinvoking

“We will build out of the ashes of the old”
“A new world meant for the survivors”
“Old masters destroyed because we weren’t meant to obey”
“WE ARE NO LONGER THE SLAVES BUT THE OWNERS”

Such lies are shouted often and loud
Good intentions no doubt
But to bring peace and order, blood must be shed
Hopes of being the hero must be doused

In the wasteland your supposed to become more
Yet we’re shackled to the past
Leaders promising they have the key to a locked door
Vowing that to **** the old you must sign the pact

Industries of sin run on blood and dust
Shiny lights counting down to a payout
Behind smoke and mirrors you find lust
All of this guarded by puppets pulled by a payroll

So young ones, what will you do
Denounce the past and try to be greater
Embrace sin and forsake moral duty
In the end you will die with no gravestone

But that’s just what I have to say
I’m only an old man with no home
Maybe we will meet another day
On that day I will judge your sins

I need to be held today
To have that warm embrace
Someone to say that  "It's okay"
Then kiss me on the face
To cuddle the stress away
And let sorrows erase.

I can rhyme all day
Blow your mind, you don't even have to pay
Words hotter than a sun ray
Serve you like a hot lunch tray
To me, it's just child's play
Jaw dropped, not much to say
But haters will say I'm just okay
Eat them up like my prey
Make sure to keep them at bay
RIP here they lay
Angel of death, show my wings and fly away
Time to get on your knees and pray
But try as you may
My vote is nay
So tell your god I said "Hey"
Because I won't be seeing him today

I'd give anything to get poems out my mind
They're putting me in a bind
But in time I may come to find
That they're worth something once refined

It's gnawing at his bones,
and clawing at his spine,
he knows he's not alone,
but now is not the time.

The woman behind sings,
broken voice brings life like spring,
enlivening his actions,
but stressing her malefaction.

He'd been running for years,
or at least, that's how it felt.
Despite his eyes' red tears,
and skin starting to welt,
his drive had never reared,
but soon, to enervation, he knelt.

He fell into the leaves,
pain stung like blades unsheathed,
now too faint to run,
he peered up to the sun.

Then, the blue turned black,
he heard a familiar chime,
he knew, his lover was back.
She heaved her axe one time...

He still lies in the leaves,
no more cries or screams,
he speaks only silence now,
in a place that won't be found.