What’s the point of getting up knowing you will fail.
what’s the point of having friends only to block them out.
what the point of living only to die.
The point, well I don’t really know……
I guess you have to work that one out on your own before it's too late.

Tension in the prison that I sit in when Im livid.   Its a sentence or some pennance for a sin that I've commited.  When our mission turns to vengance earned forgiveness isant given. Within minutes no ones finished sayin **** they wanted written.  In an instant your indifference makes us cinics faith deminished.  With no witness poor decisions have of course now forced opinions. At my limits I've convinced them to enlist the quickest minions.  I envision life as gifted why give in to mindless business.

We gather today to mourn a deatrh.
And after we pray we're sadder at best.
In pastures we lay, no laughter is left.
No masters of fate, so faster to stress.


The group of my people that I keep at bay........
All choose to use needles and likely cant change.
The truth sounds so evil with feasible rage.
I see them as equals but leave open space.


~I find myself angry when my help isn't saving.
Im too self indulgent and noticed I'm crazy.
I hold them in closeness but no sense is saving.
I wrote this promote fits of coldness and craving.

Dangerous your face is replacin my hate with patients like a facelift can't stop smilin on days when it's cold and rainin.
  Havoc was my habit  it's useful but leads to sadness, and it's bad it's all I had like a badge to declare my madness.
Then you up and left the state, ran away to clean your plate, then it hit me somethings missing something I could not replace. It's your laugh and it's your taste, it's that you don't know your great.please don't leave before I get to kiss your lips and hold your face.

Before you trust the Lore and lust  ask more than what ask what the ****.   In public they are polished on paper accomplished till later comes knowledge of all they demolished. Where **** is not legal and smoking is evil I feel and upheavals the only good deal. Where middle  Americans Perantin's wearing thin it's not the heroine let's keep it real.    Was really alarmin  they're fix is at pharmacies what's really harming teens is all the pills. An  occupation will rock this nation from cops to statesman so stop debatin.   I wait for the day when the paper is not payment and kindness is laid with our patience like pavement ..

I beat my fate and cheat my grave, at least to have even reached my age.
The beast  i've made I keep, I cage. Has ceased to even speak my name.
I'd seek to claim complete domain of me and all  beneath my brain.

But seasons can change and I'll need him one day to release him when demons are eating my  Faith.
When the weak and the brave have been beat they're the same, there's a reason for it even my evil to stay

Let it be known. That this calm is my own. Though I don't yet know home. As my grace takes the thrown. In my caves pace and moan. Like a grave placed my stone.
I will wait for the scent of some pharamones. To wake me a bit and change where I roam. To get out and stay active and gain new distractions remaining adaptive and scrape my bones. I'll go hunting not hurtin, not *** but some flirtin, *** I am still certain I'm safe alone.

She's content, with the little bit.
Of me that I have to give. Although I remind her she should find herself a better fit.
Just *** I don't lie, and I am kind they think I'm worth a ****.  But if they don't mind to waist their time then I will bite my lip.
While I realize that I'd be fine without a face to kiss.  Selfish knowing time will make them mine but only as a wish.
Recently I've seen a few of these had all stayed sweet and true.
Only to achieve a trust that's weak protecting me from you.
I'm convinced that SHE would suffer grief and never free the shrew.
All attempts to breach the armor leaves it harder we have proved.
           Five years down the road start feeling old then start to drop the shield.  Reaping what I sew long left alone, their  waiting lost appeal.  Or maybe I'll have stopped allowing lots to pay the cost to steal.  Only tender thoughts and that is NOT enough to make it real.
      Plus all that depending on if I'm living or if I've lost the will.  I don't mind it ending while I'm winning at least I topped the hill.

There's a mom I cant coach and cant bandage.  Who's been wronged by emotional damage.   All alone in the cold on a farm.  I'd console since I know of this harm.  
              Its my own that has shown her this hurt.  Seeds ones sewn cant be grown in sad dirt.  If I'd known one was prone to desert, I'd expose you and told truths at first.
             Fifteen years doesn't buy you some grace?  Skipping tears you just try to escape.  Though its clear there's no side I can take.  Now I fear somethings died in my faith.

Suddenly caves aren't a place he is safe. Placement that's changed him in ways he cant shake. Chained then to Megan its drainin his faith. Save him I pray lend him patience and grace. Days spent he pays rent on cages he hates. Strainin his brain bent its blatant its rage.  Sway him from fake friends and raise him from graves. Staying his saneness with ancient embrace.