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Zack Witzig May 2016
The feet drag along the grounds that sleep among the dead I have this weight that constantly snags along the roots and holes but now I feel the that body becoming once more as it no longer drags behind me but leaps upon my shoulder as I walk into this Moslem of things that I have already dumped in to these four walls and try to be rid of this accursed weight I have why have I found a new body that I can not bear to hold up it crushes me so deep when I try to escape I notice those people leaving their dead weight
Zack Witzig Jan 2016
Beauty and beast how can I hope to have you in this life that I call my own I see in the mirror the chaos I bestow my shoulders weighing them down as I think to myself can the beauty feel sorrow I can so easily taste I look up to my ceiling to see the blank space as the chaos lifts from my shoulders I feel hands lifting it away I can finally see a reflection of my smile so why isn't my beauty with my smile as I fall to nothingness not even by her guiding hand of dream do I have her
Zack Witzig Feb 2016
Just let me die oh please let me die for I have done upon you what I fear has made you into the monster that I wanted but never got and with this new side that he so luckily may have I am sorry for the fallices that I spoke around those naive and deceptive ears I feel the shame come across my face I feel the rush of sorrow overtake my body and as it at it tipping point of the battle that wages along ridges of my brain that sorrow wins and the monster I so dearly loved is finally by my side so why is my hand unable to hold you gripped to be mine
Zack Witzig Jan 2019
I raise my hand to sky  and see the clouds peeking through and I as try to see the images that are showing to the world so why can I only see the blue on which they preside I am trying so why won't it work am I blind as I bring my hand back down to the light gleams through shining like a ray is that what I need to start having sight and as I go to find that light which guide to what I seek why is that when I finally get there I am unable to obtain what I sought I crash to my knees and writhe in anger that I am trying to fight with sorrow and now that I am crying why must this curses light be so bright
Zack Witzig Mar 2019
As the blood and water runs down my back  I am reminded of the past running through that film wheel of my life and all the sepia making it seem better than it was I see it projected onto the wall I can see the smiles but I can't see the happiness that my brain said was there and as I can finally notice the blood stopping I leave this night and as I step out this shower in which I could wash away the sins of my past I can feel the blood beginning to ooze out again and as I go the film wheel I begin to break and tear it apart once I am lying on this cold ground weeping tears which I thought were all gone I am greeted by the hand of my present and as it begins to patch the wound of my past I no longer feel that crimson warmth  I only feel that warmth I had so long seeked as it smiles towards me I can see it gleaming and blinding but why is this one not empty
Zack Witzig Jan 2016
As my skin lay rotting on the ground beside my feet I can see my heart beating in my chest within the beat of my heart can restore that which is lost among the remnants of the past and as I lay my head to rest I feel the cool dark embrace of the winds of change that envelope my soul to see the beauty that you see in me I find a future dripping among my veins
Zack Witzig May 2016
I am looking to all these faces and I can pick you out every time with the smile that you once drew me in with and where the lies once erupted from your mouth hidden behind that voice which I cherished and now when I look to you I see the husk you left behind and as I hold on it I realize slowly that it is just a husk I am sorry that you are no longer who you were the thing my naivety fell for and as I see walking away from me I reach out to see if there is something left behind my hand goes through like the ghost you are I now Here on my knees trying to hold back wanting to tell you everything and as my last tear falls down my face I come to grips that my dreams of are nothing just like me
Zack Witzig May 2018
Through the wind that howls on the precipice  of my emotions I stand on the edge of this bluff feelings like I am standing tall but who do I fool for when this jester is riding high there is one person who can't see he is bluffing and that is the man who stares back at me as I fall from grace the wind begins dilute my screams faster and faster I come to reality and seeing that I stand looking to amibiton I concede to this cruelty that fantasy has wrought
Zack Witzig Jan 2019
As the grave winds are bellowing beneath my feet  can feel the sense of dread creeping out of the dirt  but if you listen close to those winds you can hear the cries of them ****** rolling amongst the that eerie tune I step to where I have come to see why do I keep hearing those voices and is this real they are happier than me I yell out to the nothingness around wishing the would stop the mockery I have enough from the depths from soul and as I wipe away the dirt from the stone sitting in front of me why is that tear I cried  gone from cheek  oh could this be it yes it is I knew you would save me from the pits I pull from I miss you dear friend let me join you and we shall be together again
Zack Witzig Jan 2016
I see fire in the distance glisten off lens of my eye I hear the raging tide of river is just out of reach I turn away from the fire I turn away from it all but now I all feel is the blood falling from my heart it speeds towards my feet as I begin to shake these roses around my soul so why can't I show you the beauty that I find in my soul why can't you see it when I hold to you so close is this all I mean is the thorns along its stem well I hope you finally see the crimson as I may lay dead at your feet
Zack Witzig Jan 2016
I stare across the sea to the sunset cascading down the horizon and feel the ocean tide brushing its hands to my feet as i step further into the the waters i can feel its arms starting to embrace me as the sun begins to become nothing but a shade of its former self as i take the plunge into the depths of the water i can the ringing of the chains that ties my fate i struggle to break of them and as i finally fall i am released of the chains and released of the embrace as i wait for my dreams to stand over the nightmare of the fate that i had broken
Zack Witzig Nov 2019
Here I stand in front this mirror that shows this piece of meat I call my body .as I run my hands along the creases and folds I learn to hate each part that creates this feeling of envy. it's such a ugly grip on my life I can't cast it aside. even though it wittle away at me sliver by sliver maybe if I let it run through its course it take enough chunks of this horrific abomination I am. I walk by that mirror and glare at it with the embers wrath that have sparked from inside me but wait was that. I saw something that didn't look like but could it really be no that pain is permanent?
Zack Witzig Feb 2019
CRASH as my fist collides with the wall and the ripples of skin moves and break drawing the blood the resides in the crevices BANG as my other hand collides with my face and I soaked in my own self hatred and blood that is trying to cover up the wound as I cry at what I have done to myself I feel the sorrow welling up from those around me as I have turned my self into the spectacle of pity i turn around to see the family who loves and the friends who care all seem to become sullen as my anger wells again and I can that heat from it and become addicted to that warmth so as I go to smash that wall I can finally breathe a sigh of relief as I have taken it all out on them wait oh that's right them  here I sit in that warmth so why I am not sad
Zack Witzig Jan 2019
Crashing waves break upon the jagged rocks and still manage to stay whole so why is my mind breaking from something that is so gentle and why does my heart shatter from the nothingness that remains I scream into the void and I hear nothing back why won't it yell back all I want is to hear  is that I am there I have gone to deaf to tears over the years
Zack Witzig Jan 2016
the crimson sky begins to fall I see the stars beginning to shine I look up to see them smiling down on me and I hear the voices of those who have past to bring the stars  I look to see the whispering willows spreading the darkness of the night beyond their reach to take away the brilliance of the sky and as the night becomes true to the dark the sky begins blacken as I cry to those who have fallen for their light to bring my eyes to the path I must take I see the lady in black carrying the lantern that seals the fate  of those who wish and once I feel my soul become cold and ashen I finally saw my light so why can’t I put a star into the sky that now becomes the dawn

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