Hope for you
is shattered.
Unflattered,
unimpressed.
Bit more than you
could chew
and so
you swallowed whole
the rest.
A year,
now in regression.
An obsession
would begin.
All my words
were yours to keep
when they escaped
the pen.

Following fall I can hardly recall
Crawling back out the black when I fell off the ball
And I find myself backed up against the same wall
I can't fess up to kissing, bleeding I still stall
In the mess scared and ******* just feeding -
Feeble guesses dare gone missing, misleading
Beating lessens the heart i need is fleeting
browned each page before starting to study
Down the echoing hall like a ribcage is ******
Knees that need ground gashed by scattered glass
Found a gnashing still thrashing unbearable sound
Firmly lashing your crashing mind terrible bound
Shattered, pass
Classless unflattered
what's the matter
what's it matter
what's the matter
what's it matter

Eyes wide
The end collide
Can't hide
And then I died

Over the sky you reign
Bright as ever you shine,
Yet still my grasp in darkness.
By the door you rest,
Yet hesitating to embrace.
The smiles glimpse,
Yet the heart unflattered.
Like the clouds you flow,
Yet never drop.
Like the time you pass,
Yet never respond.
Under the dusk you glow,
Yet trapped in the hidden depth.

...It’s the same old story, each and every time it comes
...Theres no cure so don’t you worry, you couldn’t stop its dawn
...A heart just shattered, tears on the floor
...Unceremonial, unflattered,  simply washed  from the shore

...Cold and distant like the winter, its not your master or your judge
...Indifferent and unpleasant like a splinter, it will make you budge
...Accept it or deny it, it will come for you too
...Altho you wont be there to see it, when its done and through

...so die when you must, and live while you still can
...because when you are dust, no amount of praying will save you than
...you never know, when the day will be here
... so be happy while you can, and dont give up to fear

...Cold and distant like the winter, its not your master or your judge
...Indifferent and unpleasant like a splinter, it will make you budge
...Accept it or deny it, it will come for you too
...Altho you wont be there to see it, when its done and through

...and no amount  of power, strength, praying, or wrath
...is gonna get you back from the cold grip of death

...Cold and distant like the winter, its not your master or your judge
...Indifferent and unpleasant like a splinter, it will make you budge
...Accept it or deny it, it will come for you too
...Altho you wont be there to see it, when its done and through