Looking into someones eyes, I don't recognize them anymore
Knife that's in your mind covered in blood on the floor
Razor sharp mind with a dull outlook
Wondering how much man out of me would this have took?
The rhyming Scheme a bit cliche what can I say
The artistry pumps through my arteries
And while I create this imagery
Let's take a look at the real me
Can you feel me?
Can you sense my presence?
Taste the story as it unfolds
See the things I've never told
Hear the words coming from my head
Rather than the mouth that's fed you lies instead

Growing up
They tell us two
Things at the same time
To enjoy our childhood but
Also to become adults as fast
As we possibly can and we ache
From the failures that shouldn't be
And the lines that slowly weave through
Our foreheads give away our inclining age
Life is a sordid battle of sorts and an awkward
Amalgamation of feelings without names and people
Who come and leave when they fancy and trust is all it takes
To make and break a person standing on the edge of the sea line
Waiting to dive headfirst into the unknown because ignorance is bliss
And nights contemplating death are few and far between but they do exist
But feelings exist for no raeson and reason is an unwarranted current
For we strive too strongly to incite logic into everything we know
And strip ourselves of reckless decisions for solemn strictures
What if we left our feelings alone and accept that they
Unlike us will never be gone and wrecked or ever torn
Life is the awkward waiting game for the end
And that will come soon enough
But till then we must live
Fully and greatly
Rush not and
Hold on
Tight

death is
an innkeeper
that wait
for the tired
the sick and
the weary
to come through
that door
where the
lost souls
swims for the shore
and patiently
death shall
greet you
i'm still sure