We are the virtues of natures
No matter the strength that portray ,
we are each but wind.
Captured in a singular episodes
within a series of
And each is more vocal.
causing more destruction with
meanings that was expelled before.
Weep on the condensation that falls,
for the breath that collects after
will carry you further
Than any that fell in subjugation
before any verse...
where all wind in an eclipse of motions,
also surpassing every falling..
You saw it!
But those who diagnosed me
tore away my faith
at least in me.
Who's the sick one?
tasting wine glass
catch me here
I dropped a bag of free muffins
on your shins and the cat
freaked out on top of you
ran off, and knocked over your water.
You're such a ******* stiff
you might as well have
So I tried to be nice,
but I laughed too ******* the inside,
and I'm probably
If you're looking for one,
I got fuel to burn
and I'm saving my remorse
for the people I've ****** over
and you ain't topping that
When your alone
the fear creeps back
your alone, no one knows,
the pain inside, just wanting to
meet one who understands what
its like to be tagged,
and to be the only one with the tag,
some genetic mutation
not inherited, in a sea of people
you, the mutation
almost like your
a science project gone bad.
The stares, the words
all blending into one word,
not remembering all that is said
forgetting the important words
conversations slipping not
This tattoo is slowly becoming
an ironic advertisement.
I'm just here.
For Christ's sake, if this is how
we make our art, we're all ******, huh?
My reflection can't bear to look me in the eye.
They called me **** bag because they
couldn't see a sack of ****.
Rhyming is worse than mediocre,
and beyond being forced into the sublime.
Blind folded and arms tied,
with salvation on it's lips;
A campaign for liars, killers,
and something divine.
I never had a beautiful dream, or
a nightmare that wasn't in color.
I'm unprepared for everything,
especially whatever comes next.
— The End —