"But what if you don't struggle with your darkness?

If you sit quietly and let it wrap itself around you for long enough

Maybe you'll get a glimpse of all the stars In your heart.

Life can be good, but let's keep it real.

It can truly start to ******* ****
when you begin to feeľ

that you're no more than a mere cog in someone's egotistical wheel.

You can draw every drop of blood from my veins,
keep from me the air in which I need to breathe,
or burn my shell to charcoal remains.

Take every bit of life

that is left in me, but I'll forever live on deep within my written poetry.

Once upon a time there was a horrid man
who lived in an invisible cage.
He spat out venom
and fed on rage.
He snarled and scowled at each passing day
he was snarling and scowling his whole life away!
Violence made him grow taller and taller
but each time it did his cage grew smaller.
'tis a vicious disease and it's one of the soul
like a crushing snake it was devouring him whole.
'tis a slow painful death
and it's claiming his soul
because he neglected to love
and worshipped control.
He dished out lies,
he dished out blame
that the people wouldn't swallow
for they were onto his game!
Then one day he crumbled and was fast to fade away
as his flesh joined his spirit in a cage of decay

The tune of our hearts beat to a rhythm of love ever so poetically,

it's enough to turn the best written music up into sheets of sobbing jealousy.

A CLASSY, SASSY, ASSY, ******, DICKY FIT.

COMING FROM A POET THAT DOESN'T TAKE ANY ****.

NOT TO BE BLATANTLY RUDE, IT'S JUST FRUSTRATED POETIC PlaTITUDE,

Cutting myself away without a peep, I will no longer lay next to the guilty conscience of a mind that cannot sleep.