#vulgarandunmedicated
Each and every profanity I faced since 11 cemented my plan to be free and play off the beaten track until I was found
Sirens and all
Chasing me the attention of the red spotlight planted on my chest something i hung onto
through glitter and gold still managing to shoot right through the heart
The death of my love a well renowned act critically reviewed by those most willing to pay to see it
Stalls of meaningless crossovers the only interaction I ever had without being prosecuted by the tint of rose they heard in my tone
An all revealing factor I attempted to hide for so long in a glass safe
Impenetrable only was the top scarred by fingerprints grasping desperately for arteries going straight to the placebo of metal ventricles
Enough to keep them busy so that I can escape
However I search for validation a sedative for my art to prevent and outburst of madness so long overdue by the confinement of society and what they should let me do their eyes transfixed on the individuality of my act rather then the truth
So beautiful yet tragic, the blood still gushing through arteries about to burst in the desperation for love and the search for self worth
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 5:25 PM UTC
Such was blue sea under black sky
Crescent in today's time
14 to 1 was the black rose I gifted
But that poison was mislead and never intended
The pain struck an arterie but my bullets always come back around
Maybe that's why I suffer for so much longer or at least that's what I'm told
Now I'm starved of oxygen such was my deprivation of friends
I couldn't escape so instead I made an exit through the whole in your heart and took out those by your side
This sadness is Unrequited for I made a villain out of me
It's a shame to say that I did break so now I cry silently because I lack the luxury to be free such like the one you write
The inescapable fait I now understand so well you a writer foreshadowing my failure and ultimate demise
I was a poet who chose battles so my death was no surprise
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 5:20 PM UTC
To he honest I'm pretty ******* tired of being on my own
Im not really
But still my lack of love makes me angry
Yet I'm Y
oU
N
g
That's what everyone else says anyway
Still I'm crazy and no longer problematic
Happy but never enough to prevent sadness
Out to most but still hiding from the majority
Avoiding the conflict I once used to untimely cause and angry at my protagonistic temperament
Raising it's head once in a foreign land
But it didn't last long because previous pain is still there
The oppositions have since dropped from the ceiling to an unknown cause but my webs are still in position camping out in the corner
a silk prospector expressing only malevolent intent
Never really meaning and now that im controlling the pain it's hard to admit, but there's part of me that still reigns in the areas of that room
Skulking through the tears usually my own labelled jester for those on that egotistical throne
So maybe my confidence flickering and unnerving, split between the characters I get to play between the seasons is one of the significant catalysts and thousands of reasons that I'm now on my own
everyone an opposition on my radar
the choice,
to be a villain for the people of my past or be trampled over by those in my present, an insight into my future.
That's if I make it because my obvious disdain is a recognizable trait like my unbearing love and attraction for Unrequited beauty and my I'll advised impulse to avoid the problem
make a list of all my excuses
And Run to the next person most likely to become my biggest predator when I unfurl infront my secrets and ambitions secret Acts of betrayal while on independent side missions
Diagnosed as ****** and unmedicated
Mad when alone
Discontent with my social standing
And just wanting someone special to. bring home
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 5:14 PM UTC